Free-Fall Forward
She whispered it aloud. Her voice. Lower, gruffer.
She whispered it aloud. Her voice. Lower, gruffer.
Between panes of glass, choice slips away.
So, who the fiddler’s flying fig decided Mars needed alligators?
I’ll never forget the first time I sat behind the yoke of dad’s old hovercar by myself, newly minted holo-license carefully filed in my e-wallet. I was all s...
“Oh, thank you, Spiderman!” I said as I wrapped my arms around my masked rescuer as we swung from building to building, moving ever closer to the ground.
Respawn.
We’re twins, you and I. We are so much alike. We have both our positives and negatives. My yin to your yang, so to speak. Alone, we are powerless, but togeth...
Not every Fayre could be trusted. I learned that lesson early on. But for every million of the flittering little freaks that infested the planet, there was o...
Driving late at night Bright green lights whirling above Almond eyes greet me
I found the perfect spot, for us to share a final gaze Of cosmic wonder, before the end of days
Riding the hover train this time of night always made me sleepy. The route passed through seedier parts of the city, so I took to people-watching to stay ale...