Nothing but white lilies, as far as the eye can see. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be a foolproof weapon, seeds scattered on the wind. Biological warfare sealed in a husk that would only… Continue reading

Manual control cut out just as I lost the last of the light from the surface. Darkness outside, darkness across the cockpit, in the same catastrophic blink. I thought at first, sitting, gaping out the windows, that I’d gone blind.… Continue reading

She drove as far as she could into the country with the radio and moon both buzzing in her head. When had there gotten to be so many lights? More every month, it seemed like. There had been a time… Continue reading

Mitch had expected toasting the bastard’s death to go down sweeter. After all, he’d been waiting twenty years to do it. But maybe that was the problem. Wait that long for someone to die, and they became a part of… Continue reading

It’s been seven days since the guardian died. Five since we laid it to rest. It took that long to dig through the numb shock and half-frozen soil, to hollow out a grave large enough for its hulking body, half-frozen,… Continue reading

The third (and most likely last) of three sprints telling the same story. – The one thing aside from her that was still changing with time. Her body woke up the same, to the same broadcast, every day, but her… Continue reading

The second of (at least) three sprints telling the same story. – A cat, skinny black stray all bones and hackles, standing at the mouth of an alley. Staring into it, arched into a perfect question mark, and hissing, yowling,… Continue reading

The first of (at least) three sprints telling the same story. – It had been May 28th ever since she had knocked that damn glass off the counter. She’d thought that was why, for a while. Wake up to the… Continue reading

Wearing a chain of dandelions into battle, strewn careless and delicate about the neck. A boast, or a mockery? You won’t dent their armour. You won’t so much as cut a stem. Red blood swinging about garishly on yellow blossoms.… Continue reading

I had never really believed there was such a thing as diving too deep. There was equipment, and there were people, not suited to do it, but the former was a challenge to overcome, and I wasn’t one of the… Continue reading