Fiction

Torlic hated Tavern Du Lune less than every other bar in Salzon Station. He hated the sticky seats that were marginally less sticky than the seats at Pneumatic Phil’s. The service was only slightly quicker than the languid speed of the Ice Box Inn’s bar. And there were only two Read more

“Genies are only ever found in ancient lamps,” Caitlyn Voglefonte explained to her husband. “Which is why I figured if I’d age some lamps with my chronon field where time runs faster than out here.” “Sure,” Samuel replied, “and we’re just assuming that genies are an actual thing that exists?” Read more

Gerald McKinnly stood behind the hand carved podium to call the meeting of the bunker families to order. The disaster happened five days ago and this was the first time everyone was in the same room. It was surprisingly difficult to get everyone together despite them all being confined underground. Read more

Synthetic dirt covered the ground of the room. It was a half-hearted replica of the soil found in the Rocky Mountain Archipelagos where Tankel grew up. This ground was similar to his most recent home. Except there, most of the decorations were real, even if the depths of the sea Read more

I found it laying in the sand, a bright red, blue, and orange. If I returned it to my parents who were a few paces back maybe they could reunite the toy with its owner. If I let my brother Stevie see it he’d claim it as his own, then Read more

Talamade sat on the well-padded banquet chair as waitstaff brought out plates of jolfé. The room was buzzing with conversation after the last speaker’s announcement about two new schools opening on Elani.Talamade’s table was far from the stage and mostly empty. The university had offered complimentary tickets to this banquet. Read more

My latest book Path of the Bearers and Other Stories is available now on Amazon as eBook or Paperback! Here’s a sneak peak of the title story: Alvin climbed over the back of the couch as he headed for the door.“How many times have I told you not to do Read more

The Founder’s Armchair He sat in the massive armchair that was the focal point of the room. It did not beg for attention like the hand-drawn paintings on the wall. It didn’t need to be picked up and admired like the physical books on the shelves. Surely no one would Read more