Best part of waking up
The donut shop smelled like faint fryer oil and bad coffee, with a haunting cicada-like buzz coming from the overhead lights
Category: Fiction
this is not the end for me
Tamer Taungis had been dreaming in the long and eternal black. He was flying, always flying, past the old stars and planets of his galaxy.…
The Magisters – 2
Tamer’s grandfather once told him that in ancient times, the sky only held stars and moons. Standing on an ocean-side cliff he couldn’t imagine the…
The Magisters – 1
“Bring me the Magisters.” The walking armor buckled at its artificial knees to indicate it had registered the orders in its mechanical mind, and slowly…
Then, Thousands!
Rost propelled himself on one hand for forty miles, And with the other for forty more. In this manner, He crossed the Sea of Quietude,…
What Did I Just Say?
“Well, what else would you call ’em?”
Don’t Say It
“I swear to God.”