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The squishy globule hop hop rolled for an hour (it had no concept of an hour) across the red desert to think. The hop roll was a ritual, although the…
The Pole
“You best get scramblin if’n you want to ring that bell afore times up!” Skrimshaw spat a wet slick of chaw into the scorched sand, which sucked all…
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Scars
Light poked through cracks in the mottled canvas canopy, a sunrise assault that warmed tightly closed eyes clinging to a fevered dream. It was safe…
mmm Bot - Part 2
“Well, I’m not actually The Kid. Like, the original Kid….” He squinted and rubbed his head like it would help him find words.
mmm Bot - Part 1
I took a rocket to the chest and burst apart into a pile of gore and metal pieces. “That was a decent shot; Kids getting better!” I thought as I waited…
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New story published on Sci-Fi Shorts!
A Quarter of an Inch: Keep things nailed down. “Silly, thinking back on it. Everybody freaking out.” The grizzled man flapped his newspaper as if…
I'm published on Sci-Fi Shorts
Hello readers! For those newer subscribers who may have missed it, I wrote a short story that I published here last year called The Traveler. Yesterday…
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Fallout
Sometimes the quiet would scream. It was this morning. She hadn’t heard a bird for several days or a random cry for weeks. But, she fancied she could…
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All I want
I dropped my keys when a whisper accompanied by a sudden cool breeze kissed the back of my neck...
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Ones and Zeros
The call kept going. Seven minutes in, and we’d covered the fact that we were indeed on yet another call. Other topics, such as Carl’s vacation at his…
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The day the world ended
The moving walkway was packed, and not a single person was walking. The crowd stared at the sky, the walls, the ground, and each other. Not a soul…
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I'm down
“…so the goose waddles back into the bar and says, ‘all right, I’m down.’” Shane delivered the punchline with raised eyebrows and a smile like he’d won…
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