Short Stories
The Old Man of the Lake
“He’s dead.”
The voice, sibilant and blunt, sounds like it’s perched on her shoulder. She might even feel the breath on her ear, but there’s nothing and no one there.
“You can turn back now. Move on.”
“He’s died before,” Ulva mutters. She tugs up her collar and sinks into a crouch in the doorframe.
Senescence
A week after you die, you’re embalmed. The soft, warm parts within you have been scooped and scraped and sucked out through a bladed trochar stabbed into your abdomen, and pushed sluggishly from your veins with a vacuum, down a drain. You’re painted and sewn shut and slid with care into the mauve lace dress you were going to wear to high school graduation.
A Sower's Parable
Oddity Robinson is born to Sarah and Ben Robinson on the dreary midmorning of June 18th in Column, Illinois. She will die at thirty-four on the 21st of November in Riverbend, Montana.
In the sterile, brightly-lit birthing suite, a quiet falls.
Concept art
Ideas folder is giving starter-pot energy
802 Alderwood
Concept: Magical-realism townhouse, with one floor occupied by ghost-rehabilitator for hire
Lighthouses
Symbiotic hiring practices threatened when emotion-based guides flicker out
Maintenance
Warp-path worker suspects sabotage when a terrible crash strands survivors in asteroid field
