Quillon’s Quarry
They’d been camped in a little valley outside of Nirdeen for two weeks and the men were starting to get restless. They hadn’t been the best quality men to begin with, and Quillon knew that if they sat...
View ArticleSisterhood
“Hurry, sister!” the woman breathed in a mixed English and Ukrainian dialect, tapping her bare foot anxiously on the leaf-strewn forest floor. Despite the chill wind in the fall morning air, the...
View ArticleDay One
My eyes hang on the studded porthole: the vast blackness of space glares back in return, judging my form with an austere distaste. I stand moments from stepping out into its infinity. ‘Connor? You...
View ArticleThe Last Ride
Without warning, a bright green light coated the windshield of Jeremy’s old Ford. He couldn’t see the night-time country road any more. “Dang, guys! Leave me alone. I’m not hurtin’ anyone,” he...
View ArticleSunflowers and Barbed Wire
He lay curled in the womb of unconsciousness. Aware first of warmth, a tingling permeation from toes to finger-tips, he opened his eyes. An ice-blue cloudless sky glared down at him, the light of the...
View ArticleThe Miller’s Prince
A figure emerged onto the steps at the bottom of the creaking windmill where Lord Darrik worked his black sorcery. He was bundled huddled in a long coat, floppy hat pulled low. The rickety stairs he...
View ArticleWolf
Emmaline stood watching Hattie Campbell’s buckboard lurch across the scorched prairie. She stood until all she could see was the cloud of dust billowing above the wagon as it headed east. She stood...
View ArticleThe Helmet
“Where is it?” said Canyon, frustrated. Canyon had been searching for her bike helmet all over the house for the past two hours. She wanted to ride her bike; by this time she could have already taken a...
View ArticleGods and Monsters
Prince Thoth smiled. On the executioner’s signal, the lights were dimmed, and the prince decided he could get by with a grin, just so long as he assumed an appropriate expression of despair by the...
View ArticleWhen a Third World Came West
We stood , hands linked, in front of the justice of the peace, a Diane Sawyer look-alike more because it was the thing to do than because we really wanted to do it. We both felt uncomfortable and kept...
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