Whitefall

Whitefall

The night sky was clear when the last snow fell. Vern had been inside, reloading the greenbar paper into the printers, when Joe called for him to come look outside. “Vern! Get out here! You gotta see this!” He didn’t go. There were fourteen printers to switch and he...
The Beachcomber’s Boys

The Beachcomber’s Boys

When all four moons swung around to his side of Junireng, the Beachcomber found the most miraculous things on the bottom of the sea.  Today was not one of the better days for moon alignment. Only three of the four hung over the horizon and one of them had waned down...
Reflections in the Green Room

Reflections in the Green Room

When I saw the man, the man with arms made of flesh and bone, bare to the shoulder, lifting boxes into the bed of a transport truck, when I saw that his arms weren’t long insect things, bristling with hairs, slender and strong, and when I saw he lacked pincers,...
The Hay-babies My Sister Makes

The Hay-babies My Sister Makes

“Jimmy, I hear you lock your sister up in a barn every day. Is that true?” I turned around and squinted into the back-lit silhouette of Robin West. “That’s a lie. I only lock her up on school days.” She had a nice shape, but the light from above was hurting my eyes so...
The Stilling Wound

The Stilling Wound

Author’s Note:This is the first excursion into the setting of the world of the novel I’m writing; The Ebb of Abandon. It’s a bit of a canary in a coal mine with me testing out some odd concepts, how to convey them, and how to parse out world history....