I just want to preface this by saying that everything written here is wrong.Read More
The fish was minding her own business when a fissure opened in the ice above her, and she was sucked unceremoniously upward.
She wasn’t really a fish, of course. But she had fins, she had gills, her shape was ideal for slicing through Europa’s subsurface oceans. The obvious difference, biochemistry aside, was her lack of eyes, and some deep-water Earth fish don’t have those anyway.Read More
North Richmond Street, being blind, was a quiet street except at the hour when, after a daily seven-hour stretch of tedium, they finally let us loose. For the last hour us kids minded more the clock than the chalkboard. The yellow light of the sinking sun would warm our yawning faces, a signal to our brains to shut down; one old Mr Malone, droning on at the head of the class, was somehow insensate to.Read More
The grinder released a small pile of grounds into the handle. Dan tamped the pile smooth, then jammed the handle into its socket. As the coffee trickled through he steamed the milk, tiny bubbles rising to froth. He poured a stream into the cup with the coffee and affixed a lid.
Avery Overshaw was extraordinarily proud of his work as a private detective. How much of a difference did it make if he was the one doing the kidnapping, cutting the brakes, or committing the murders?Read More
The lizard scrambled up the wall, toes seeking tiny ledges in the sandstone brick. At the top she basked briefly in warmth, bubbling up from the brick and beaming down from above. Her forked tongue flicked out. A pungent odor. Human. A shadow fell across her and she dove for cover in the greens beyond.Read More
A cloud of fragile spectres drifts through the darkness.
A slow, clumsy whirlwind moves through them, carving a path through the helpless motes.
They are left battered and torn in the giants' wake, forthwith replaced.
Here at the chains of the world, the bonds that hold existence intact, you see everything. Everything becomes clear. You see the stars growing and shrinking as they draw ever nearer to their eventual collapse. You see the gases moving between nurseries. You see the rocks hurtling through the void, and clinging to them in earnest, the races, with their wars, their treaties. You can see the hate, the love, the loss. You see, and you understand.Read More
“That is a secret, private world you’re looking into out there. People do a lot of things in private they couldn’t possibly explain in public.” – Detective Lieutenant Thomas J. Doyle, Rear WindowRead More
Her eyes were blue. They probably still are. An understated grey-blue, neither pale nor dark, a shade which haunted both my dreams and my waking thoughts for every hour of my life during that time, and for years after. Sad eyes, looking at me from behind the glasses which she disliked so much, but which had become somehow synonymous with her image in my mind. My memories of that blissful time will always be of that grey-blue which attracted me so. And of silver, the silver light that played between her hands as she created.Read More
Hey, you. Yes, you. Don't look at me like that. Come over here. I haven't seen you around before. Enjoying your stay in the city? Hah. Of course not. Who could enjoy such a filthy, worm-ridden hole as this? This city has gone to hell these past few years. Drugs, crime, gangs. The gangs control everything. Steel wool couldn't scrub clean this city’s soul.Read More
The Vagarist, my correspondent from Verse 1.3.1, has posted an article on the Web of Worlds Wiki about Mrithi! Mrithi are the elephant descendants that, after human extinction in the early 22nd century, evolved to become Earth's second technological species. Recently, the species featured in my story Intro to House-Ape Studies. Click the link below to find out more.