“I’m telling you again, Captain Barnes. This is a General Union authorized free-trader hauling from Antrim VII to Wexford Station. Wexford Station is still a GU station, is it not?” Hetty paused and took her measure of the unyielding GU captain. “Or has the General Union lost territory in the last standard week since we Continue
Category: Shorter Stories
Don’t Swipe Right Pt. 2 (PNR)
From last time: “Lord Arthuriel! We have a problem. There’s been a breach at the gate!” A young, panicked voice quavered through a surprising amount of static for a smartphone. “Shit. I’m sorry, Phillip. I was distracted.” He gave my rump a playful squeeze. “Did you call Morgana?” He slid out from under me and Continue
Don’t Swipe Right Pt. 1 (PNR)
I shouldn’t have swiped right on the sexy warlock. There was no excuse for it. All the signs were there from the beginning. The guy’s main profile picture was of him in some kind of wizard Halloween costume, clutching a cat. The background was one of those giant cotton throws with a Mandala printed on Continue
A New Friend (SF)
It had been a while since the ships stopped coming. Lillith told herself that it didn’t matter all that much. She had everything she needed. Shelter in her prefab dome. Feasts of plenty from her diverse garden. Books to read, endless vids to watch, all paid for by her simple labor of monitoring equipment that Continue
Voyagers (SF)
How come you don’t know about them? You can’t go on your first deep mission without knowing what to do if you see one. They’re out there in the black. Some say they’re from the before times, Some say they’re proof of alien life. Folks say if you see one, you’d better make a wish, Continue
Bi-yo-Warez: New Year, New You! (SF)
“Take a resolution. I dare you.” Freya’s eyes glittered like blue ice in the reflection of the LED vending machine lights. Under the Bi-yo-Warez: New Year, New You! banner was a simple screen to enter info and make payments. The resolution, picked by biometric scan and social media analysis, would be spooled out like old-fashioned Continue
The Deep Child
Mirriam took a sip of her tepid coffee as she watched yet another group of children and adults pass by her garden gate. Everyone had a sled in tow, a smile on their face and a carol on their lips. Her own smile drooped when she realized that they weren’t Christmas carolers. They went on Continue
Radio Flyer (Memoir)
I find the sled at the back of the shed. Red rails, wooden slats, a leash of weathered jute. It sings to me, begs me to take it out into the snow. When I pull it free of the cobwebs, it looks barely used. That was yours once, Dad says. I stare at it, appalled Continue
Robin Redbreast (Contemporary Fiction)
Robin peered down the ridgeline, scoping out the ranch below. In the late afternoon twilight, everything looked picture-perfect. A thick blanket of snow made everything look pristine. The house, a gigantic ultramodern interpretation of a log cabin, glowed with Christmas lights. The light breeze carried a whiff of the smoke that drifted from the river Continue
