Into Darkness: Sink or Swim
Marna's grasp on my hand tightens as the depths draw close. Rushing water resounds off walls, whispering. Rising. Roaring. A collective gasp escapes us as the liquid abyss appears, ready to swallow us whole. I had thought it was cold before, but I...
My Furst Tail: Conclusion
I make my way back to our room, walking right past the kitchen, inches from where the innkeeper is preparing Lorek's dinner. She neither sees nor hears me. I sit on the bed, trying not too let my emotions get the better of me, trying not to freak out....
My Furst Tail, part 3
Sounds like he's making this easy for me. Lorek must be splashing water all over the ground. What is he doing? I open the door as silently as possible. No way am I getting caught. I'm gonna scare the crap out of him, hehehe.... I crack the washroom...
My Furst Tail, part 2
There's no path to speak of on the route we take, so there are no highwaymen for us to forcefully retire. We were both hungry before the run-in with that ethereal spider; the unexpected expenditure of energy had left us starving. We could have hunted...
My Furst Tail
Two days ago, we left our adventuring party-a trio of mages-for dead. They were all too typical: Thoroughly drunk with their own power, ready to throw handfuls of coin at anyone who could increase it, and too stupid to realize not every problem can be...
A Little Crush, part 2
"Are you fucking crazy, Lex?! They'll tear you apart! And I'm not talking about your asshole." Ah, Eliza. You couldn't ask for a more trustworthy, more reliable, more considerate fag hag. Unless she was stressed from pulling extra shifts, or someone...
A Little Crush
I'm no jock--let's put that out there right now. About the only sports I play are catch-the-bus, little brother-hunting... and the occasional bout of cowboy-riding. Very occasional, I'm afraid. My point is that I'm no good at sports. Life is about...
Into Darkness: Bouyancy
Marna and I arrive at the medical bay. It's packed--standing room only. Everything is a blur of blues and greens, greys and golds. Yet even without identifying clothes and badges, it's easy to differentiate patient from practitioner: About a third of...
Into Darkness: Icebreaker
I poke my head out of Boris, and I'm on a ship from a parallel universe. Anu's pitch black. The only visible light is coming from the hibernation pods, all of it the same shade of amber-green. It diffuses off the chrysalis lids and makes them glow...
Into Darkness: New Bodies
"Boris, we're here!" "Yes, I know. I was the one that told you." He glowed and thrummed and waved his hands, and the shadows of his machinery arced in concert. He was looking at me, the pale blue of his cerebral manifestation's irises surrounding...
A Little Crush: Epilogue
I look at the cheap alarm clock next to me on the nightstand. 4:13 in the morning, and I'm awake, my mind wrestling itself out of dreams. I'm thinking about him again. Damn it, does he _have_ to be the first thing that comes to mind? My memory replays...
Into Darkness: Prologue
It was probably the longest waiver ever written. I'm sure it had to be that way, but oh God did it go on: Six hundred and ninety-three pages. Nine chapters. Thirty-seven articles. Diagrams. Charts. Legalese. It dragged on and on and on... and on. Took...