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Cailan's mothers were dead on the flight deck, but Sum was alive in the hull, and that was something. The ship had shut most of itself down to conserve power, leaving only enough for basic systems and the faint, rhythmic surge of pressure waves logging leaks and cracks like a struggling heartbeat.
I think my name might be Sarauugh. At least that's how it sounds when I pull it up through frayed vocal cords. But I've also been Joe, followed briefly by Amelia. I was an echo of Dumaka, and for a few moments I was Frederick. And once, I was Mei for an entire morning.
"Death Car Alley," February 2012, in Jersey Devil Press issue 27. Speculative, dark urban fantasy, with hints of a monster apocalypse and a dash of tongue-in-cheek. 3,900 words. With thanks to Yvonne Anisimowicz and Dabs Lyons for the beta. Cover.
The wolves are out in their death car again, a sleek, slow curb crawl, prowling cracked pavements for signs of life, for meaty flesh to make meaty breath, and they’re hungry.
Some years ago they came up with this sweet idea of using stakes on retractable rods to avoid close proximity jobs, but Health and Safety decided it was too dangerous—too freaking dangerous! Because a stake in the hand is way safer than a stake on a stick. Yeah. Right.
These are short stories, drabbles, or snippets I’ve posted on my blog. Most of them are writing exercises based on Storyslingers prompts.
"The Panorama," November 2012. Steampunk, fantasy, 660 words.
"Ring-Ring," July 2012. Speculative, 156 words.
"Mundane," November 2011. Light sci-fi, 430 words.
"For Fork’s Sake," November 2011. Paranormal (kind of), 950 words.
These are tiny stories, some of which were written for Twitter.