Living in Michigan, John Capraro is a writer currently disguised as a network administrator, but who dreams of one day soon peeling off the latter. He writes on a broad range of topics, both fiction and nonfiction, having had a number of short stories and articles published. But he’s drawn mostly to the allure of speculative fiction and spends much of his time lost in the worlds of science fiction and fantasy. Mr. Capraro is also an active member of his local library’s fiction group.

Happily married and conspicuously adored by two Golden Retrievers, a cat, and a piglet, he looks forward to the day when he can write fulltime and give himself up to the dreams of avarice.

Mr. Capraro is the author of "Reaching for Stars," detailed below.

Reaching for Stars

Fifteen-year-old Sabrina Azriel Coles dreams of nothing but getting into the famed Interplanetary Administration Academy so she can become a starship shuttle pilot.

Unfortunately, her overbearing father will hear nothing of it. He is determined to keep his younger daughter on his agriplex on Deidra VII, and when the IA Search Team comes to interview Sabrina as a possible candidate for entry into the academy, he summarily sends them away.

Then Sabrina finds out the search team will be leaving the planet much earlier than expected: She has only four days to convince them to re-open her application and interview her. But with distractions from a love interest, and run-ins with a popular girl who has also set her sights on the same boy, and with the deadly Spore Fever on the rise on the planet, Sabrina is caught in a vortex of chaos as she fights her way toward her dream.


Suddenly, the darkening sky turned liquid and oozed down around her, threatening to drown her in its vile black slime. The stars became a pack of evil, peering eyes, which glowered down at her with foreboding persecution. Sinuous tendrils of grass curled around her legs, which were now shaking almost uncontrollably. Her arms prickled and when she looked at them, there were several more rashes, and the skin around them was shedding like the peel off a fruit.

“No.” She looked down at her body as though what she saw was something foreign, a creature from a distant planet. “No,” she said again, her voice rising in proportion to her fear. She stood in shock, and every time she drew a breath it was as if someone had a hand over her mouth, as if she were breathing in the black ooze from the sky.

“NOOOO!” she shrieked, pulling viciously at her hair with both hands. She tore off south down the core road, blinded by tears and fever. “No! No! No!”