Short Fiction
Solve for X
Julia's hands only tremble a little as she untangles the wire leads of the illicit memory-sharing device. That's to be expected, she rationalizes to herself, when connecting one's brain directly to an untested experimental technology in a dim, cramped living room of a one-bedroom apartment...
Everyone Who Wields Me
That summer evening in the garden of her ancestors when Pamoda Nostrei Dontárnio slid the ancient sword from its sheath, she heard a voice: Don’t be an idiot, Pamo.
When You Can No More Hold Me by the Hand
Karl sat at an uncomfortably expensive table, across from a grieving middle-aged couple who were slowly, silently processing his sales pitch.
Wingbeats of the Hummingbird
Some of us have been seeing ghosts in the halls of the Hummingbird. I saw one myself. In fact, I saw myself.
Leave No Blood in the Snow
The man with only a mouth takes the seat next to Melissa, even though the star liner’s passenger deck is otherwise empty. She remains silent, waiting for the man to speak as she processes how best to discard the last year of her life, the one she lived on a world she’ll likely never step foot on again.
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