Who Gardens the Gardeners?
It started as a joke, really. Betsy dared me.
It started as a joke, really. Betsy dared me.
So, who the fiddler’s flying fig decided Mars needed alligators?
Bruno Gruff scratched his flea-bitten crotch and stared out the window. His brothers, Barney and Buford, bickered over the last patch of swamp grass. He snif...
Date: September 27, 1491 SCE (Second Current Era)
Steak was supposed to be on sale.
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...
Respawn.
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...
I grabbed the first aid kit off the cabin wall and a jug of water. Eunice lay unconscious on the floor of the cabin. It was spacious. More cargo space than s...
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
This story is a continuation of Artemis’ Nightrise.