Follow[Going live in 3, 2 …] “Let’s get ready to MUURR-DDERRR!!!” [Cue theme: (music plays and graphics flash on screen) Cut to booth in 3, 2 …] “Good evening, folks, and welcome to the Murderdome! I’m Damiyen Glaz, here with my favorite color commentator, Argun Zandr. Say hi, Argun! “Hi, folks. You’re in for a …
Nick Price was in his happy place, laying ceramic tile as part of a bathroom remodel he was doing. Getting dirty and working with his hands, an act his friends and colleagues couldn’t get their heads around, was something he couldn’t get enough of. He got it: guys like him, stock traders, investment bankers, etc, …
Jen was preparing dinner when her daughter, Ellie, looked up from her coloring book and said, “Mama, when is my little brother getting here?” That caught Jen off guard. “Sweetie, you don’t have a little brother.” Maybe she was playing. Ellie loved to pretend and had numerous imaginary friends. “But I will, Mama. You have …
Ryan Palmer loved being a grandfather almost as much as he loved telling stories to his great-grandchildren, Seal and Anemone. He heard them coming well before they bounded into the room. They stopped on either side of his chair. “Tell us a story, Grandpa!” Seal demanded. My god, they have so much energy, the old …
“You sure about this?” asked Major Chambers, the day’s duty officer. “It doesn’t look like he’s doing anything except sitting there, rocking.” Amelia Dennis continued watching the man through the one-way mirror. “Just be patient,” she said. “He’s got to settle in first.” “But he’s not doing anything,” Chambers repeated, his impatience seeping into his …
Dearest Mother, I hope this communication finds you well. Better, at the very least, than I am in my current assignment. Never fear, physically, my condition is satisfactory. Mentally, however, I am struggling. I lay this strife at the feet of the humans. I have only been here a few of their “days” here and …
It was one of those moments Aidyn lived for. He trimmed the sail and felt the sand skiff pick up a couple of more knots. Blasting across a wide-open salt flat while looking for the spring so Whiterock City could have water was about as much fun as you could have anymore. He remembered the …
It started the way every war story does: in a crappy bar with a grizzled veteran saying, “This is no shit.” The bar was Xeno’s, one of the numerous shitholes on the lower levels of Shackleton Station, a favorite of military operators, both active and inactive. The veteran looked old enough to be the latter, …
Welcome. Reading this means you’ve stumbled into my little corner of the internet. It’s home to all the weird, off-the-wall, maybe even slightly creepy stories that tumble out of my head. We’re talking speculative fiction — science fiction, fantasy, horror, etc. — and new content shows up every week (usually on Fridays) so be on …