Farming In The RSA System – Part Two
Science Fiction I went back to my quarters and changed out of my sleep wear. I stepped into some hemp fiber jeans and shirt, leather work boots. I dressed Woof in her protective...
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Not for Sale
Short Fiction So many people are trying to profit from his death. It makes me feel sick. I’m allowed two hours of Internet a day and I have to confess that I do...
Farming in the RSA System – Part One
Science Fiction The bright blue light shone up from my pillow, pulling me from sleep. I looked around the windowless room and saw the clock. I got a full 8 hours. I stood up...
Misjudged – Final
Serial Fiction Dinner was surprisingly nice. Tommy was kind of nervous that Scarlett and his dad would start fighting again, but they were both pleasant to each other. Jason borrowed Arnold’s guitar and played...
Animal Dilemmas – Bearded Vulture Bar-headed Goose
Short Story The geese entered the final and most difficult stage of their passage. Even though evolution had equipped them for high altitude flight the pilgrimage through the high passages required every drop of...
The Rosebush and The Brier – Part Two
Short Story The coals hissed as Bobbie threw handfuls of wet sand into the fire pit. “C’mon Williams, get your boots on; we’re heading out.” He popped up from his sleep, remembering the...
The Starfish That Stayed
Flash Fiction Number three Once upon a time there was a Hippie called Phil. His neck was long as well as his arms. He had red hair and a black skin. His feet...
Misjudged – Part Eight
Serial Fiction Scarlett decided to break the silence. “So wait, you two worked together?” Jason laughed. “Yeah, I guess we did. I remember some techy dude named Arnold working for us that time the...
Stories Of The Story – Part One: The Beginning
Culture Once upon a time there was a story. The story was really sad because she was floating day and night all alone in the universe. But suddenly, all unexpectedly, she met the...
That Thing That Never Happened – Part Two
Serial Story “You ever had tapas?” I asked. We’d been wandering around the city for a while and we both could use a sitdown. “I have. But that sounds nice.” she said. “The...
Giving Thanks – Part Two
Short Story The warmth of the sun caressed Patrick’s face and he opened his eyes. Through the thatching of the roof, beams of light split the room into segments. For a moment he...
