Footsteps: A Short Story
I choose to walk. Even though it is louder and bound to draw more eyes than my transport, I cannot force myself into that suffocating pod, even with my need for secrecy. So I choose to walk. To take step after step, only…
The Patrol (Short Story)
A rubber ducky tie is a bold choice. Boring men don’t make many bold choices, aside from one: one moment of self expression, one thing to show that, perhaps, they are more complex than meets the eye. For Willow, ties are his bold…
Arrival (Short Story)
Falling. Water. Then pain. Mind-numbing, excruciating pain. In her bed, Calisto turned over, and her breathing eased, but the next morning, she realised that something had changed. Calisto had known everything she needed to know about her life: she knew that her family…
