This one’s sci-fi, one of my favourite genres. I always liked the writings of the “big three” sci-fi authors—Asimov, Heinlein, and Clarke—because they didn’t focus just on some amazing future-tech, but also because they tried to address social issues that might arise in the future. I think that’s where their strength came from, as these kinds of issues are something we can relate to nowadays.
Javier spotted the waitress returning. Rosalita? Yeah, that was her name. She had these wonderful red lips and a thick black braid, billowing with the breeze. And she had a beautiful smile. Continue reading Galactic Citizen
I don’t normally write in the first-person, or in the present tense, so I thought I’d try something different this time around.
I think this one could actually be the start to something bigger. What do you think?
Last Flight of the Cougar
I see him enter the bar and I drop my drink. Continue reading Last Flight of the Cougar
I’ve always found the idea of a story within a story fascinating. I also like the brutal, wild-west style post apocalyptic setting, and so I wrote this as an experiment.
It’s a dark setting by our standards, but I like to think that people are hardy enough that someone born in it would easily adapt to it.
Let me know what you think!
“Did I ever told you the story of Shachanee?” mister M asked. Continue reading Shachanee
I always liked the saying where the only thing you could depend on was death and taxes. Guess it led to a story. Let me know what you think!
Death and Taxes
Jethro Rivers propped his stick against the big rock of his fire pit and watched the meat roast. Continue reading Death and Taxes
This one’s based on a first sentence prompt. Read that first sentence and tell me it’s not ridiculous. Thus, I think it’s fair that a ridiculous prompt deserves a ridiculous story!
The friend I got the prompt from called the story campy, and I think that’s spot on. I was binging on some British TV at the time I wrote it (something about a certain Doctor, though I don’t recall Who) so that may have coloured the story a bit as well. Hope you enjoy it!
Update! This story has been published in the inaugural issue of JUMP (click here to see it). There’s a bunch of other great sci-fi shorts, so by all means check it out and give it a read.
Silver Rocket 5000
This was a situation, James realized sadly, in which his toothbrush would be of no use whatsoever. And it was such a smart thing too. A brand-new, still-in-the-package Silver Rocket 5000. Eight-thousand RPM, a sleek ergonomic handle, a built in timer and alarm, a base-station with integrated charger, and a pressure sensor of all things, to make sure he wasn’t brushing too hard. It was a toothbrush that cared. And on top of everything else, the batteries were included. Continue reading Silver Rocket 5000
Here’s a short I wrote a couple years ago. Back then I didn’t really write shorts at all, but I knew this one had to be put to paper, and as soon as the idea occurred to me I got writing.
It turned out to be one of the first pieces I considered good enough to share, and most of those that read it have enjoyed it. Do you?
Stephen flapped his arms with all of his might, but it was no good; he fell just like everyone else had. His laughter caught in his throat when he saw his brother and sister beneath him, and all he could do was flap harder. Continue reading Fly
This one was based on a first sentence prompt. It was an ominous first sentence too, and there were many (dark) ways to take it. For prompts I like going with the first idea that occurs to me, so this is what I ended up with.
A friend of mine commented that it was an interesting experiment with language, though he admitted he had to read it a second time when he realized what was going on. Normally that’s a red flag about the writing, but I think it works in this piece. Do you?
The Other Eye
The eye stared at her through the keyhole, rarely blinking, but always watching. For so long the only things the eye had ever seen were darkness beyond the keyhole, the four walls of the room, and the tiny hole in the ceiling which was sometimes light and sometimes dark. Sometimes the hole cried too, and then it was very loud, booming. Every second light, there was also the grey. Continue reading The Other Eye
This one’s based on a first sentence prompt. One of the places mentioned in the story is the Whiteshell, which is a massive provincial park in Manitoba, Canada. There’s lots of nice camping and many people have cottages there too. Tornadoes in general are a rare thing in Manitoba (they happen, but there’s a lot of uninhabited wilderness), but I remember one day reading that one passed through cottage country. It gave me an idea, and this prompt was what finally turned it into a story. Enjoy!
Jeremy was dead. Kathleen let out a ragged whimper and slid to the cold kitchen floor. Her legs had given out and her arms fell to her sides. Even the pistol was suddenly too heavy and she set it down beside her. Her left eye was swelling shut and she could taste blood in her mouth. There was a new hole, too, where just this morning there had been a tooth. Continue reading The Tornado
This short was written based on a first sentence prompt. A friend and I got to talking once about counters for things. We learned that a group of owls was called a parliament and I guess that’s what inspired him to send me this prompt. Fun fact: a group of manticores is called a destruction.
The Parliament of Owls
The Parliament of Owls had gathered for an emergency session to discuss the terrible threat facing the Forest Kingdom. The summons had gone out earlier that night, and now all the Members sat on the branches of the Grand Tree, under the full moon. Continue reading The Parliament of Owls
This short was written based on a first sentence prompt. I received the prompt shortly after having finished Stephen King’s Dark Tower series, so I had the West on my mind.
A Stranger Come By
A jarring chord from the piano rang out through the bar as all eyes turned to the stranger who had just crossed the threshold. Lester de Montaigne dropped his thick glass, spilling his whiskey on his lap. Carson, Big Lou, and William McCormack all set their cards down on the table, the pot forgotten. Sweet Dolly untangled her flabby arms from around Danny’s neck, and then scurried behind the piano. Danny didn’t notice–he slid lower into his chair and made himself small. And Jacob Smith and Robby Nyquist, both as drunk as the day was long, well, even they shut their gobs. Continue reading A Stranger Come By