Short Stories Hunt of the Others: Part Five 16 Mar 202223 Mar 2022 "Get back!" Myers shouted. All the hunters stared in horror as the claws kept stretching further and further out of the silver window, becoming impossibly warped and long, just as…
Short Stories Hunt of the Others: Part Four 9 Mar 202216 Mar 2022 Perry flexed his hands nervously as the beast's snout writhed back and forth through the narrow slit of the window. Its face slammed sideways against his pinned fingers, but with…
Short Stories Hunt of the Others: Part Three 2 Mar 20229 Mar 2022 "Gonzalez we are NOT ready for co-option!" Perry said through gritted teeth, eyes rapidly flicking between the man and the pulsing ripples being blasting through each of the pistons. "You…
Short Stories The Salt Worms: Part Sixteen 15 Dec 202115 Dec 2021 "Why do you get to decide everyone else's fate?" Manuel Carrillo's hands shook with rage. "What gives you the right?" "It...doesn't matter," Nathan let his hand wander towards his holster.…
Short Stories The Salt Worms: Part Thirteen 24 Nov 20211 Dec 2021 Sixty seconds later Maxine had her rifle out and propped on the top of the perimeter wall. She turned the knob on the side of the scope, bringing Nathan's retreating…
Short Stories Covalent: Part Fourteen 4 Aug 202131 Dec 2021 Cace couldn't tell whether she was alive or not. Her face was still submerged in the water, so it wasn't possible that she was breathing, but was she being sustained…
Short Stories Covalent: Part Thirteen 28 Jul 202131 Dec 2021 Cace shivered all over, then slowly rose to his feet. Earlier that day he had stood with a foot in both the overworld and the Ether, not seeing either in…
Short Stories Covalent: Part Twelve 21 Jul 202131 Dec 2021 "Please no!" Aylme moaned, but as she looked up to where the sling scraped over the bough she could see that the fibers of fabric were peeling apart more and…
Short Stories Covalent: Part Eleven 14 Jul 202131 Dec 2021 Aylme struck the flint against the rock again. This time the sparks fell where she wanted: into the shredded scraps of old cloth. The fibers quickly ignited and she leaned…
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