Sprints

It seemed like a clever name at the time. Cocking a gun called Just You Wait makes a man a little bolder no matter how many are shooting back at…

She had spent the morning in most of her EV suit, and in prayer. In her quarters, covering her bases in a way that would have horrified, scandalized, and, worst…

“I have to say,” said the illustrious figure sitting across the desk from him, “I didn’t expect this level of...intense suspicion from the Chosen One.” “It isn’t suspicion,” he lied,…

“Just one more job,” they mocked, following after him as he tried to stalk away across the tarry black. “How stupid could you be? Since when is there just one…

I hope they don’t hate me. It would be fair if they did, but it would be an awful way to die, wouldn’t it? Hated by everyone around you. They…

No one wanted to talk. That was fair – who’d want to spend what could be their last night jawing with anyone in that room? Sullen mugs, eyes all staring…

The trains roar above and below. They never stop here. Never above and below, and never in the dark station where I am raising and dropping my knife, raising and…

Some said it was bad luck that they were twins. Like it would have been less eerie, less a sign of bad things coming, to find just one child in…

It would be the last thing I ever did, probably, but I still want to ask her, sometimes. To give up running, go back, and look her in the eye.…

“I’m scared.” “Don’t be,” she told him, the tiny boy whose name she didn’t even know, and heard the words clumsy and insensitive and terribly adult from her own lips.…