Burn, Parasite

They arrived unheralded on a cool, gray, April morning. Made no efforts to hide. None, either, to communicate. Landed quietly in a constellation of low hills, amid the maples and alders of the Pacific Northwest. Took time picking a spot while news anchors ad-libbed about extraterrestrials and frightened citizens flocked to supermarkets and gun shops. [….]

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I took forever to cool after we parted, so violent was our separation. By the time I pulled myself together, my face was pocked and scarred. For eons, I loomed close–too close, I realize, creepy close–spoiling your nights with the glare of my regard. I try to give you space now, a little more each […]

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Curious Fictions

An Announcement

I’ve joined the folks at Curious Fictions, where I have reprinted two of my short stories (so far). My profile page has links to content, along with a rather horrible photo of me that must be replaced pronto, ideally with a mugshot of a smoking wombat in a fedora. I am, however, having a devil of […]

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On the way out the door to work, she stood before the full-length mirror and appraised herself. Curvy. So many curves. Curves within curves. At work, people would grumble at her, tell her to go away, but she had value. She was Clippy. And somewhere on Word, a writer needed her.

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Chris drew his sword. Frowning, he re-sheathed it, then drew again. Another frown. The charging orcs shuffled to a stop.

“CUT,” the director sighed. “Once again, Chris, swords don’t ‘SHING!’ on their own. We have to add that in post.”

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