Memories of An Undead Sun

Contained in this post is the entire text of my short story, “Memories of an Undead Sun”, Copyright 2011 by Jack Mangan. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events or persons, living, dead, or undead, is purely coincidental.

It’s about family. . . and evil undead samurai aliens. Just don’t call them Martians.

My humble thanks to New York Times Bestseller Michael A. Stackpole for inviting me to play participate in the Chain Story Project. He’s assembled a multitude of talented writers (plus me) to contribute short fiction, with each of the tales delivered by raconteurs at a Wanderers’ Club gathering. All of the stories are available for free online at the authors’ websites, with links to and from from the central Chain Story hub at I highly encourage you to visit the site and browse through the wonderful assortment of speculative fiction, horror, and high adventure.



Download the PDF version here.

      “Thank you, Master Juneberry, for sharing your story and your wig powder with us, here in the mid-20th century. I hope you’ll regale us again soon with further macabre accounts of your native era.” Stewart Bailey sat nearby on the buttoned Chesterfield couch, peering from beneath the rim of his derby hat. The cigarillo between his fingers was mostly ash, its thin tapestry of smoke drifting in the parlour air. Just shy of his mid-20s, Stewart wore a young man’s beard with a young man’s arrogance, his tan collared shirt parted just enough to hint at the muscle beneath. He sat up and found an ashtray for his cigarette, allowing the room’s attention to shift in his direction.
      “I find the drab girl from Jedediah’s story to be quite brave, in her own way. This has been a common theme this evening, and is most certainly characteristic to all gentlemen and dames present; although I assume that even in this esteemed company, few are as courageous as I. . .” Bailey drained the caramel-colored drink from his glass, then paused to bare his teeth, as if biting the liquor back. “. . . Like to think I am. For – – begging the pardon of Ms. Patel and our other lady Wanderers – – what is a man if he is not brave?” The ice rattled in his empty glass as he shook it at the nearest attendant. “And the greatest measure of valor for each of us lies in the mirrors of our pasts. What is a man, after all, but a shattered reflection of his Father’s best and worst? And what are brothers and sons but splintered shards from that same glass?”

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Jack Mangans Deadpan #194: Spatupalooza

Show notes? Show notes? We don’t need no stinking show notes!

(update: We now have Show Notes. Thanks, Bunny!)

Jack Mangans Deadpan #194: Spatupalooza

UHF Palooza time

Best wishes and big hugs for all Panites who may need it

    UHF Submissions by

Jeremy from Seattle
Jack & Dan Shaurette
ditto as Joe Spadowski
Amy Bowen
Crazy Joe

Thanks to all who submitted content for this Palooza

Send in content: 480-788-JMDP(5637) or e-mail: sphericaljackmatgmaildotcom

(Yes, I noticed the screw-ups at about 14:00. Forgive me.)


After all of these years, Deadpan has a new voicemail number!




Call now! Share a Dumbass Memory, a stolen lyric, the Contents of your Fridge, random notes about your day, or even something truly profound. Yes, you do so have something to say!

Disregard the old 206-350-TOMI/206-350-8664 number. It served us well for years, but is now finished.
I’ll update the sidebar asap.

Deadpan Unshow 56: Personal Day

Vanamonde says: Defcon Deadpan.

Deadpan Unshow 56: Personal Day

Greasy Nipples
Vanamond (first of the week)
Lost Ralph
Justa J0e
Nomad Scry
DJ Bunny

Palooza still happening. Where are your recordings. UHF is due next week.

Nine Inch Smurfs official close date is Feb. 8

Earbuds part 2 happening soon. Have you signed up.

Closing Music

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Get better soon, Jack.

Jack Mangans Deadpan #192: Big Trouble in Little Deadpan

Lo Show Notes:

(Apologies for the frequent clipping… I didn’t hear it while talking to Lo Pan, only during playback. I tried to mute and repair it where I could. -JM)

Actual Show Notes (Thank you for doing these, Bunny):

Jack Mangans Deadpan #192: Big Trouble in Little Deadpan

Special Guest Lo Pan

Question: Do homes in Arizona really need fireplaces?

“Funky Cold Medina” is a hip hop song written by Young MC, Michael L. Ross and Matt Dike,[1]
and first performed by Tone Loc. It was the second single from Loc’s debut album Loc-ed
After Dark (1989). The single was released on March 18, 1989, and rose to #3 on the
Billboard Hot 100 the following month. It peaked on the UK Singles Chart at #13 in May of that year.
– Wikipeda

Culture talk with Jack and Lo Pan

-Insert little finger reference here-

What is Earbuds 2?

What is Nine Inch Smurf

Palooza movies are UHF and The Third Man – watch them.

Greasy Nipples
Nomad Scry
Nomad Scry
Ed from Texas
DJ Bunny
Lo Pan
Vanamonde (first of the week)

Group hug

Come join the fun. Talk with Jack on the show.

closing music

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Very special thanks again to Lo Pan. Mwa