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PUBLISHED FICTION
Fear of a Blue Goo Planet in Chaos Theory : Tales Askew
Night Nurse in Yellow Mama [See Free Fiction]
Stockholm Syndrome in Peudopod Billy, he was first generation through and through. I don’t know what his story was, but when he turned up about two weeks ago he was wearing a suit, a real nice suit, he even still had a carnation in his buttonhole. I don’t know, maybe they was burying him when it happened. You’ve got to wonder what they’d have thought, when they was burying him and he got up like that. Anyway, he cut quite a figure when he walked up Main Street in that suit. Well, not walked, y’know, I guess he shambled as much as the rest of them, but somehow he seemed kind of smarter than the others–more alert. And in that suit, he reminded me of my kid, when we buried him. That’s why I named him Billy.
King Gob's Warcry in From the Asylum Three thousand years we have waited.
New Skin for the Old Ceremony in Hub #17 Suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, Lansdale craned his head out of the window, and said in a tone so serious that it seemed strange coming out his mouth, “I did see it, y’know. Hadn’t a drop in me on the way here, an’ I swear to you an’ god an’ whoever else that I saw something.” “I’m not saying you didn’t.” “An’ what’s more, when these lads and me got here, there was somethin’ moving around in those woods. We went to look, but we lost it. That’s why we was waitin’ here. If you want to police something, maybe you should go an’ see what that was--‘cause it sure as hell wasn’t no man.”
My Friend Fishfinger, by Daisy aged 7 in Andromeda Spaceways Inflight Magazine #30 Fishfinger and her mom and her dad don’t ever come to church with us, so I asked her one time, did that mean that she doesn’t believe in the baby Jesus like how we do? And she said, no, they have their own God who’s different from ours and he isn’t called God his name is D-A-G-O-N, that’s how she spelled it.
The Gate in the Jungle in The Willows #3 We achieved the plateau late this morning, after an exhausting climb. It is spectacular, a roughly rectangular area of about four miles by eight, heavily forested and almost perfectly flat. But this small victory has presented fresh difficulties - for our guides have left us, as they threatened they would. They have started back toward their village on the shore, where Harley and our base-camp await them, and God only knows what Harley will imagine when they return without us. Their last comment still rings in my ears - “Death dwells beyond the river,” or something to that effect. I choose not to guess at their meaning.
Life Sentence in Mythlog Life can be relentless. Again, either you get this, or you don't get it - yet. Wishing its hold on us away won't ever work. In such moments, you can either hold out hope that, when you finally break, there will be something new, or you accept what life is and find the good in it. On the other hand, we may know that, but there are some of us who never stop looking beyond and continually leaping into the abyss. [Introduction by Mytholog]
The Other Ten Thousand in OG's Speculative Fiction #9 A dragon makes a terrible mistake. [Summary by OG's Speculative Fiction
The Facts in the Case of Algernon Whisper's Karma in The Willows #5 I would not suggest that Algernon Whisper is a sane man. I would not even go so far as to argue the claim made in this and other journals that he is criminally insane - in that matter he has proven himself beyond my ability to defend. I contest only one assertion made by your otherwise-reputable periodical: that Algernon Whisper is foolish, that his madness is at the expense of his wits. Having known the subject since childhood, I write here to state clearly and categorically that this is not the case - if anything, Algernon Whisper is a genius. Everyone knows the great desert is hot by day and cold by night. But that heat and cold is something you must know to understand. The midday sun seems to burn through your eyelids, so that outside the shade you cannot escape it; it pricks at your skin like a thousand needles, and sweat offers no relief because you could never sweat enough. It is harsh and cruel, and without water and a good guide you will not live long.
Fleshworld in Futurequake # 10
Strive to be Happy in Flash Fiction Online She stared back mutely. That, at least, he didn’t blame her for: what could she say, after all? Any intrusion would only make things worse. He’d established the rules for this long ago, and she hadn’t fought back, which he considered as good as consenting.
Doppelganger in Chiaroscuro Thirty years spent hunting, 
Allotment in Barren Worlds Anthology from Hadley Rille Books I stood there on the cusp of the crater looking down for perhaps half an hour, feeling like at any moment I’d wake up. But the more I looked, the more real it seemed. It was something like an igloo, a dome of metallic fibre slung over a large framework with an airlock jutting from one side. It was built partly over the water pipe that runs through DeLambre, while power appeared to come from a nest of solar panels on the nearest rim and oxygen recycling to be handled by scrubbers jutting from the side opposite the door. It all seemed sensible enough--except that it was on the moon, in the middle of the DeLambre crater, perhaps eighty kilometres from human contact and with no visible means of communication.
Exodus in Hub # 57 "It's a miracle," she said to the official, before she could do anything to stop the words. He (or she) glanced down at her. She tried to imagine eyes behind the frosted silver plates, and failing, continued almost in a panic, "It’s a miracle, isn't it? All these years they've been working and nobody thought they'd ever manage it, but they did. I remember when everyone said it was impossible--a door here and a door there and, oh, something in between I suppose, but nothing you can see. Isn't it a miracle?"
The Burden of Kings in Aoife's Kiss # 26 "I was young when I met him, and they called me ‘the savage
prince.’ I don’t know now whether it was
meant as compliment or mockery. I was on a journey and had found a cave to shelter me for the night. Outside in the forest, the rain
and wind were driving hard. It was the kind
of storm that can bring a tree to earth, and I’d heard more than one fall as I
lay awake that night. How could any
living thing be safe in such a tempest? And
yet it was there that the old man found me."
Stockholm Syndrome in The Living Dead anthology from Night Shade Books [Reprint - as above.] The Space Beneath the Church in The Willows, Vol II Issue 2 (Jul / Aug)
Goaded by my nerves and the last vestiges of the champagne, I snarled, “Damn it, are you threatening me?” Nothing in the old man’s outward appearance changed: the lined
face, beneath its mop of white hair, remained inscrutable. Yet as he replied he seemed somehow,
suddenly, exhausted. “Not at all. Still, you won’t be permitted to leave. We will go beneath the church and I’ll show
you what I have to show you. Nothing
else will be tolerated.”
The Tyranny of Thangrind the Cruel in Dark Horizons # 53
Thangrind had only one ambition when he ascended to the throne of Lastaphia: to be more loathsome than his famously despicable father. He would have liked to surpass his grandfather as well, but was conscious of the need to set realistic goals. Though his father had been appallingly evil, Thangrind believed that with diligence he could exceed the old man's misdeeds.
FORTHCOMING FICTION
The Ascension of DeepRED Publication date NYK.
The Unleashing of the Ineffectual Publication date (in Something Wicked magazine (pub: Futurequake Press)) NYK.
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