Unlocking Doors pt 1
The dog--a black dog, an average height, brown-eyed dog--stood in the middle of the room--a large room, circular--, backed into a corner. In the midst of the crowd, he stood by himself, alone. He exchanged pleasantries, hellos, greetings with the...
Moonlit in Fog
The world is different now. I rest a hand against a wall, staring at it as if I could see through it. Well, I guess I could. I look the same, but everything else seems insubstantial, ephemeral. It takes a conscious effort to feel the wall and push...
Weary Wolf
Jack was tired. Not just at that particular moment, not for any one specific cause. It was perpetual. Constant. There was never enough time. Not enough time to do the housecleaning he wanted to do, not enough time to engage in hobbies or projects, and...
Ethan's Good Day
I know I said in that journal that my longer story should be up by now, but my beta reader got back to me recently and I'm trying to consider how to best implement their advice still. In the meantime, have this much shorter thing I wrote on a whim...
The Aurora: Introductions
"Did I ever tell you about the time I destroyed a _Vector_-class cruiser?" Victoria sighed to hear Dylan's drawl. "Yes, I believe you have. Maybe two hundred times." "It was in the Massani cluster." Victoria sighed again. Dylan was neither hard of...
Stories of a Treasure Hunter, pt 2
Rissa and Rehrdahl were pleasantly surprised when the long slide down merely tumbled them along the floor at the bottom of the room. Rehrdahl recovered his hat from where it had fallen while Rissa looked speculatively back up slide. "That was actually...
Stories of a Treasure Hunter
Rehrdahl leaned heavily on his cane, letting the conversation wash over him without paying any actual attention to it. Rissa was much better with people than he, and he was content to let her handle the negotiations. He was already thinking about the...
The Aftermath
The moon, nearly full, shone down its soft light onto the forest below. The trees were mostly coniferous, leading to a bed of soft needles coating the forest floor. Occasional pinecones stood as islands in the otherwise relatively soft ground,...