This story is my entry for the Spring Theme Carnival. The theme is “Spring.” I hope you enjoy! Spring Winter stayed late the year Tia Maria died, as though the mountains themselves mourned her passing, and the wind and sky … Continue reading →
Phylar looked back at the slumbering form in the bed. Jonesh curled around the pillows, her long black curls askew across the sheets. Phylar slipped the keys from the table and shrugged into his robe. He took one final look … Continue reading →
Wedding Day“Hold still!” “I’m trying!” “Just do it!” Your skin glows when you’re irritated. It’s cute. I struggle not to smile, but you sigh with exasperation and put your hand down, the eyeliner cocked like a pen. “Lauren, will you … Continue reading →
What Is It?Brother Guillermo locked the store room door, the iron key cold in his hands. A branch snapped behind him and he turned. His heart pounded against his chest but he saw nothing moving. Twilight oozed through the trees … Continue reading →
I sat down at an unoccupied stool and ordered an ale and some stew. It came hot and thick with turnips and spices and a slab of bread thick enough to build with. I sighed deeply. It had been a … Continue reading →
The twilight softened the house into shadows, the lights within not illuminating so much as providing beacons. Molly walked toward the front door, hitching her backpack more comfortably. Her muscles ached from track practice. She opened the front door, the … Continue reading →
The Martian Babies “Xaxon, you space hound! How have you been?” The hail came from behind Xaxon Broxes and he turned. “Javnon Pequent?” Xaxon blurted. “Is that really you?” Javnon strode up, his lemon-yellow ship-knits clashing horribly with his shock … Continue reading →
Succession Tik-tik shivered and ruffled his fur in a wave from his whiskers to his tail. He sneezed. Rain again. Four suns of the stuff! He started forward again and stepped through a patch of dead leaves into yet another … Continue reading →
Jerome stepped onto the long wooden walkway leading up from the stables all the way to the new Main House three levels above. Miguel and Juanito had worked all summer to finish it; the last planks had been laid two … Continue reading →
“Clear the chamber!” Boris shouted, and again in Russian. “Now!” Two more crashes came from the boiler and a gout of flame burst from the side opposite the door. “All clear, Boria. But Larisa and the others – they’re still … Continue reading →