I look out over the city. There are cheers. I hate it. You see, the problem is that I tried to be a villain. I never actively tried to help people. In fact, the problem with my city was the morass of super-heroes. It was actually a problem because you had "heroes" like Betsy Bobcat -… Continue reading Short Story: Mastermind or Not?
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Short Story: Dragon Drops
The bookshop was really just one of these hole-in-the-wall places, a door between two bright, shiny businesses. The window was stacked with books, hiding everything inside. There was a posterboard that read "All Trade Paperbacks, $1" in front of the four towers of crappy paperback books - mostly romance novels from the scrawling letters -… Continue reading Short Story: Dragon Drops
Short Story: Wind chimes
Staring out the window was hardly the most productive use of time, but it's all Cordy wanted to do today. It was just cloudy enough to be gloomy, with a pallor that it might rain any moment. It was just cold enough to make a t-shirt too light and a sweater too heavy. In all, it… Continue reading Short Story: Wind chimes
Writing: Mary Sue
I stood up in the crowd of people. They noticed me. I pushed back against the bully to protect someone. I won. I feel no pain. No fear. My rage is always completely justified. My love is always true and pure. I can wield any weapon I desire. I can drive any vehicle. All the… Continue reading Writing: Mary Sue
Short Story: Walking Alive
I stumbled into the house, my wrist throbbing. I went to the bathroom first. I know it's useless, but 28 years of cleaning cuts aren't broken in a day. An hour? Anyway, I clean out the wound and wrap some gauze around my wrist. I weave my way past the boxes of dry goods I've… Continue reading Short Story: Walking Alive
Short Story: Squirrels in the Attic
The family had three cats and a dog. Two of the cats were hunters and came from the same litter - Taffy and Cinnamon. There was a long debate about which cat to put into the attic the first time the family heard squirrels. Taffy was far and away the superior hunter. He brought in everything from… Continue reading Short Story: Squirrels in the Attic
Short Story: Christmas Zombies
Somehow the zombies are worse around the holidays. I can't explain why. I mean, I live in Atlanta, which is known for our bad zombies. When I go to other parts of the country for trips and they talk on the radio about their zombies, I look around and just have to laugh. What they consider a… Continue reading Short Story: Christmas Zombies
Short Story: Brain Port Plug Data recovery #1785
The radio ping tells me Moria is on the way. I slowly peel myself out of the chair to stand. As the last of the mesh releases me, I double-check the auto-pilot one more time. The captain felt pretty confident this lane should be safe, but I still feel the whole deal was pretty shady.… Continue reading Short Story: Brain Port Plug Data recovery #1785
Dream by Day 