Death Ray from Space

By Frank G Schafer

Sci-fi romance, crazy characters, fast pace, plot driven.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Sep 10, 2018
• ISBN: 9781543942859

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Copyright © 2018 Frank G Schafer

All rights reserved.

ISBN (Print): 978-1-54394-284-2

ISBN (eBook): 978-1-54394-285-9

This short story collection and/or novelette are a work of fiction. Any references to real people, events, quotations, establishments, organizations, or locales are intended only to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity and are used fictitiously. All other names, characters, places, and all dialogue and incidents portrayed in these stories are the product of the author’s imagination.

For Linda and my recently deceased kitty, Elexer.

Frank G’s Quotes

As you travel down the road of life, you will come across many forks in the road. Always take the fork to the left. That’s where the stories are.

I don’t want to be great at anything, but I desire to be very good at everything.

Live, love, laugh and be happy, and don’t let your meat loaf.

I’m as good as I want to be, and a heck of a lot better than I should be.

Two trillion galaxies, but just the one Jesus. What’s going on here?

I’m not a normal person; I hope that doesn’t bother anyone.

A special moment is only as good as your memory.

Timing is everything. If you don’t believe me, try to do something over again.

If you wonder about the present, consider this: There is none. As soon as you read this, it became the past.

The following story is not fiction. It happened just the way the narrator describes it, and it happened on earth, just not this earth. The events took place on another earth much like ours, one that lies very close to us in the multiverse.

On a cool, crisp, sunny morning, at 10:30 a.m., March 31, 2021, as the pudgy, supreme leader, Kim Jong-un took the stage to address some 30,000 adoring citizens, a peculiar thing happened, just one second after his mic was adjusted and just before he uttered a single word, his head flipped back about six inches. He let out an ungodly scream as his eyeballs shot straight from his head and traveled about fifty feet into the audience. Instantaneously, his head exploded, literally. The sound it made was not unlike that of a watermelon being struck by a sledgehammer. PWOOOSH! A million particles of brain, bone and blood fired out and covered most of the people in the first three rows. The remaining carcass dropped straight down as if it was that of a normal, mortal human being. This god like, boy-man, from a family of leaders whose claim to fame was that they never ever had to go number two, was dead.

The circumstances of this spectacular event were scrutinized and studied. The final analysis determined that he was assassinated. But how? And by whom?

Let’s go back twenty odd years, before the exploded brain of Kim Jong-un, and zoom in on billionaire, Ken Bucker Sr., his wife Suzanne, and new mother of Ken Jr., just six weeks old. She was kidnapped and held for ransom. Ken so loved his beautiful, young wife that he would have done anything to get her back. He paid the ransom and went to the location the kidnappers said she would be. He found her alright, but she was dead. Shot in the head.

For the longest while no leads came up. The authorities were stymied. Then, about a year out, five bodies were found, four men and one women. All of them had their heads bashed in, as if they were hit with sledgehammers. There was a note nailed to what was left of the head of one of them that read: This is what happens to bad people.

The FBI suspected Ken Sr. had something to do with the murders. They undertook an exhaustive inquiry into the whole affair, but they never came up with case against him.

Time went by, and Ken Sr. continued to increase his fortune by buying companies close to bankruptcy, stripping them of payroll, and selling them for profit. He did this so often and efficiently that he amassed a fortune of over forty billion dollars. After his wife’s murder, he had also become a recluse and an eccentric of the first order. So afraid of having his only son kidnapped like his mother or worse, Ken kept him hidden from scrutiny, hidden from the world. Eventually he began to see evil everywhere, especially in governments and with people in power.

Young Ken was home schooled and kept practically a prisoner his entire