Chaparral

Oop, wrote a quick story. From his balcony carved out of living rock, Teags watched the Great Burn eat its way across the world. Huddled around his coffee in the crisp mountain air, he saw flames licking at the borders of Second Hope. His sister, along with the rest of the township, had been evacuated on schedule according to the proctor’s evaluation of the fire’s path through their sector. It hadn’t been a panicked evac, a full month’s notice gave the people of Second Hope plenty of time to close…

Sleeping

1. There was a princess.   2. Prince Frances, stalwart and true, stood before the wall of thorns and contemplated his approach. He looked up, following the thick growth as it twisted and snagged up crenellated walls and towers. There was a castle beneath the briar and, if rumour proved true, a princess in magical sleep, awaiting a kiss. Frances hadn’t rescued a princess before, though he was familiar with quests and had won a few. The sword he jabbed experimentally at the thorns had been dipped in the blood…

Comparative

I have a year long plan. This month is dedicated to writing. If he’d had a choice, Dean wouldn’t have gone to old man Gatson’s, but he hated making his own batteries and there was little argument that the codger produced some of the best. Hopping down from the open-sided bus with a wave at the driver, Dean unslung the folding wire cart from his shoulders and wheeled it across buckled pavement that ran like a moat around the strip mall. There was a city project to tear up some…

Primp

I have a year long plan. This month is dedicated to writing. This is set in the same world as The Devil’s Music, it’s longer, but there’s no good middle point so I’m doing a jump instead of posting it in two bits. “Shove over Mags, it’s a blasted mirror, not your lover, share it.” “Ah Torrie, I’d share both, you know that.” The two girls kissed at the air and giggled, turning in unison to the vanity, lit perfectly on all sides by a spectrum of bulbs. A third…

The Trader and the Devil (part 3)

I have a year long plan. This month is dedicated to writing. Part 1 of The Trader and the Devil here, part 2 here. It wasn’t terrible. Ahntil made pleasant enough, if tedious, company.  Despite skilful manoeuvring, Harper still hadn’t been able to coax out the other man’s past or what his theories for the computer’s purpose was.  He did find satisfaction in reeling off the trading problems that had led him to getting blitzed and sending his ship into the middle of nowhere. The two men supped from the…