Category: Prose

A beacon activates deep in the Unscripted Realms. He can’t find the words – they are jammed up in his throat, and it looks like silence, but being mute isn’t about quiet, so much as it is about trapped communication. He sees…

He bent over the book, cracked it open, broke its spine, and started to go to work on the meat of it. It wasn’t pretty, carving it up – crafting something entirely new from the flesh. Hinge words swung through the new…

‘There’s an antique shop that I used to go, and I am not sure I can find it anymore.’ ‘What do you mean, Thomas? Did it go out of business?’ ‘The street doesn’t seem to be there anymore. I am not sure…

They put the liberal against the wall and shot them. There were reports that this man had been collaborating with journalists, and that they had used family connections to infiltrate the inner circle of the West Wing, in order to leak information.…

He switched off Grandad every night, otherwise the old bugger would haunt the hallways. Memory retention wasn’t a problem since the upgrade, but he would swear that the unnecessary language pack had somehow made the old guy even more creepy. Who wanted…

A perfect circle. Their smiling faces. A photograph for always. The taste of the pie was slightly off. He was not sure when exactly it had been baked, and there was no way that he could broach the subject without upsetting her,…

He is thinking that he doesn’t want the sword, and that there must be a way to go on a quest without picking up a sword and hacking at things. He found it impossible to refrain from kicking the overly eager old…

They called it an Echo System – an artificial means of reconstituting the environment, ecosystem by ecosystem. As part of a justice action against the corporations that had caused the domino collapse of several important sites of scientific interest, that had precipitated…

He’d left it out for a long time and it had soured. He hadn’t taken the best care of it since it had been given to him, and on some level that was because he didn’t know what it was. He had…

He threw his fob-watch in the fountain, and walked away as it sparked and sent arcs of electric over the edge. He hadn’t noticed the kid until he tumbled forward through seventy years and collapsed out soaking onto the platform in front…