My new story, "Godmaker," has been published on Beneath Ceaseless Skies! This means not only is the story available from a great publication, but there is a podcast reading available, performed by Michael J. DeLuca!
New publication! Dancing for the Tsar
Read it now on Hyphen-Punk!
When We Look at the Stars, We See Them as They Were
On the last world of a distant and lonely system, there was a circus made of light.
When You Look Into The Abyss
I met a stranger in a field of flowers the colour of burning flame...
Rider sits in the dark and listens to the click-clack of the wheels, to the heaving of the engine. He was born here, with the rhythm of the rails in his soul.
The Last Boat
The fiddler played with a lifetime's worth of skill (perhaps more), but there was a coldness to his notes and to his eyes, buried in the shadow of his cap.
Is it Still Paranoia?
Wilfred peered out from behind the curtains, at the package on his doorstep. So innocuous. So innocent.
Mind Your Head
It's not the height you have to worry about when you pass through the gate, it's the angles. They aren't quite right (not euclidian enough, they say, though we have tried our best) and people have been known to go mad at the sight of them and at the glimpses of what lies beyond, outside... Continue Reading →
In the center of the plaza, Cara watched the glass flower flutter.It was the last of its kind. The last living thing from that world, gleaming and beautiful. Everything else had burned.
The Time Capsule
The old fridge lies on its side in the primordial jungle. It stinks of rotting meat and spoiled milk. Sauropods pass by, calls echoing shrill amongst endless trees. The doors open. Slowly. Hesitantly. A head pops out: battered, bruised, with wild hair. He laughs at the sight of trees dead eighty million years. He's done... Continue Reading →