Fidget
Dubious captains, drones, economies built around recycled rocket boosters, and love.
A speculative riff on T.S. Eliot’s The Hollow Men and the lack of interpersonal connection in the modern world. This is the way the world ends: When it can’t afford to pay the supporting cast.
There’s a strange game the local children play in the woods, one where there are only three things you can be: the Witch, the Witch’s Wife, or Soup.
Cara McHenry has only one chance to get a lead on her kidnapped sister, but the only ace up her sleeve is surprise . . . if she can hold her nerve.
An email subscriber becomes disillusioned and frustrated with the effects of a blog’s magical advice.
A woman is forced to write to her neighbors about the beast she keeps secretly in her house.
There is only a slender, fragile thread between hope and despair, happiness and fear.
A low-level worker at a biotech company attempts to cope with the impending apocalypse.
Two space prospectors, Zdenek and Sarika, encounter an unusual unknown life form in space. Due to carelessness, the first contact with it turns out to be too harsh and the situation escalates…
Hansel and Gretel’s love of sweets began long before they met the witch in the woods.
Most folks say death on the premises is bad for business. For Hotel de Mort, it’s life.
For the King it is love at first sight, but can love, no matter how intense and generous, be forced?
Trapped on a backward planet hundreds of light-years from home, a brave astronaut hides in plain sight among the resident aliens and laments the dying world he left behind.
A not-quite-human entity roams the world, hoping to find true love before her kind is erased from existence.
A mother, son, and grandmother evacuate a dark, frozen planet earth but dread something even worse.
When you’re married to a witch don’t make empty promises or you may find yourself learning a hard lesson.
Trapped in a life pod attached to a dying spacecraft, an aging, battle-weary engineer has less than three minutes to live and an impossible choice to make. However, thanks to two computer programmers—over 100 years in the past—he’s not alone.
A tightly wound architect is forced to extremes when ridding her house of a man who keeps growing from the walls.
There’s something I never told you, but I think you’re old enough now to know. I have a magic inside me. It lives between the lines in my fingertips and changes what I touch so I can fly away to a world far less frightening.
Benefits and pitfalls of undersea tourism exposed!
After fertility reached an all time low, fertile women are inseminated in an effort to save humanity. While caring for her dying child, one mother takes measure to ensure she won’t have another baby.
An author must tell his three elderly leading characters that he is handing them over to someone else.
An unusual rendezvous takes place in outer space. The synthetic creature known as Honeybee brings a young man’s soul to her lover, an entity called the Blot. Yet Honeybee begins to question her relationship with the Blot after it treats her poorly.
Gertrude haunts an office chair at night. But how to get rid of a slightly-annoying ghost?
First generation rock’n roll. The influence of way too many 60s sitcoms. Mix it into a drink and…is this story the drunk or hangover? Who knows – but I hope everyone loves it!
The five second burst of sound cycled over and over, breaking against his thoughts like waves against a levy, overwhelming him, washing him away.
One can spend an entire lifetime searching for something, only to find it lies just beyond your grasp – and your lifetime has vanished in the blink of an eye.
Jenny hangs the traps every sunset. She measures the string against her arm and wraps it twice around each jar tied with a double knot. She hangs them from the strongest branches of the big dead oak on Hangman’s Hill.
There is something special about desert at night: A dark-grey sea of emptiness stretched before us, with nothing but sand dunes and tall, sharp rocks for miles around. If we watched closely, we’d see it was crawling with life, with snakes, scorpions, and other little nightmares, but I kept my eyes on the road, and the hitchhiker – Joey – stared at the sky.
The oldest mask shop in Venice has a mask for everything, and the owner will take whatever you have to offer.
She flails her arms and legs against the straps that bind her to a wooden chair in the middle of the boutique.
When I mentioned the Kintoc spring tale of relocating entire lakes using braided ropes, a herd of elk and sub-zero temperatures, I didn’t consider that I might soon be living all of it.
A century ago, a question blossomed in our awareness that has tormented each subsequent generation’s brightest scientific minds. Since other intelligent life must be out there in a universe so vast, why haven’t they found us yet?