Drifter
Space is the only thing I'll ever need; which is fortunate, as it'll be here for a while. Every law on every station in every system can blow to stardust and I'll just sift through it for a scenic route to the next interplanetary gravesite. Sure, my...
Hotel: Chapter 2
I should like to say that things had not even begun until we reached the shower, but I have already changed the story enough by way of the gracious filter of memory, removing what must have been a great number of awkward moments. Truth be told, we...
Hotel: Chapter 1
At a party for middle aged persons trying to reclaim a wild youth I was drawn instinctively to a rabbit, slightly older than myself, who had aged so gracefully that his laid back confidence must have precluded stress for the better portion of his...
Forest
In my youth I was a particular kind of beautiful. I was a slender wisp of a white mouse. I never wore any clothes of particular note, other than that I had a habit of always owning a pair of boots too large and sturdy for my frame. My eyes were large...
Breakfast
In college I met an entrancing young woman. She was a canine, not so far from a red fox, so I saw in her, in addition to everything else, a fertile future. She turned out to be as taken with me as I was with her and we started what was for both of us...
Interview
This story is written as a first draft in the submission box without any prior outline or drafts. It's a creative experiment and a short story to show that I'm still alive and that one day there will be another real story. ...
Brother, My Father
I'm a photographer now. Though I love writing, I'm a photographer. It takes a lot out of me to write stories. I don't plan on giving up at it, but I can't see myself producing stories any faster than I already am. What follows is a work of fiction and...
Love at First Touch
He tossed and turned in his bed shaped like a sleek red race car. His bedding, so carefully arranged by his mother while he was riding the bus to school that morning, was now a tangled mess. The top sheet was wrapped around his leg in a most...
Russian Birch: Chapter 2
ATTENTION: There are no tags or categories for transgender related stories or subjects. For that reason these stories have been categorized as "other". They do not. however, contain any herm or supernatural content. They are intended to be realistic...
Russian Birch: Chapter 1
ATTENTION: There are no tags or categories for transgender related stories or subjects. For that reason these stories have been categorized as "other". They do not. however, contain any herm or supernatural content. They are intended to be realistic...
Mother and Son
When I was young, everything I did was new. The praise I received was, in kind, new. It was intense and exhilarating, and I gauged my success by it. I wove baskets from reeds and made pottery and jewelry from clay. We subsisted on fishing and gathering...
At An Airport Bar - An X Rated Poem
There is a great deal of metaphor in this poem which is unknowable without significant insight into my personal history. I don't think it is strictly necessary, though, to understand the symbolic intricacy to enjoy the piece. What I do think is...