Winter Interlude
Carter stood on the corner of Thirty-Second and Main, watching the snow fall across the final scurrying shoppers of the holiday season. Each seemed to be on his or her own mission to find that final perfect extra something. He sighed. This was a time...
Teabagging
One moment, the city of New Chicago was enjoying a bright, sunny day, with a view far as the eye could see. The next, after a brilliant flash, the view was obscured by a white wall that stretched into the sky, with its top obscured by the...
Mare Anguis (Serpent Sea)
Mare Anguis is a lunar moon. Its name derives from the Latin for _Serpent Sea_. It has an appearance resembling that of a dragon in flight, wings outstretched, and it is an impressive 150 kilometers in diameter. (All the preceding paraphrased from...
Creative Writing Prompt #3: Second Thoughts
After, the two of you lie there in the clearing. You’re still panting with the effort, and so are they, that heavy fur still strangely soft against your back. Curling down a bit and snuggling up against the werewolf behind, you inhale the...
Writing Prompt #3 - "The Howl"
[does not have to be told in first person]" i blew past the word limit of 500 this week, but it's still in the flash-fiction-y range (771 words) so i will find a way to atone with another attempt at this one and/or next week's. how could i not?
FlashFic: Roadside Assistance
Not from around here, are ya? I can always tell. You hear the calling of the wolves out in the canyon, and you get a kind of look in your eye, as if you're too civilized to have to worry about it. You're right, at one level, of course; unless you're...
The Young Fox
Is the death of his mother the young fox's fault? And does it even matter? Is she somewhere now, watching her son cower from the fury of thundering clouds? And does she know he risks the lightning to sleep where the hunters had killed her? Why does the...
Prisoner's Lament
From the treacherous and stingingly cold waters of Lake Gondarr rose a haggard fox, his fur waterlogged and torn in places. Nothing was on him save a soaked loincloth, which was also shredded, and he was carrying a wooden bucket much too big for his...
Creative Writing Prompt #5: Not Yet
“Is this Heaven?” “Not yet!” “But I’m definitely dead, though.” “You were dead. We fixed it. Welcome to the year 26,538! It’s a Tuesday.” “Ah.” “I can see that you need to process a little bit. I’m a registered therapist...
Creative Writing Prompt #6: Still At Large
A twelve-state manhunt continues for rogue doctor Addisu Nassir, who made international headlines last month by conducting unauthorized human trials of his medical research. Despite no demonstrated health risks in his patients, Nassir tested...
Creative Writing Prompt #7: Borders
Barbed wire loomed high, grasping towards the sky like the hungry claws of a predator. The cold malice was almost mundane by this point; these serrated coils were omnipresent along roadsides, city buildings, traffic checkpoints. Borders of...
Recursive Cycles
Recursive cycles cement their way into secluded lives ceaselessly expanding, enveloping all thought and action. People like you forgot how to live. Somewhere along the way you forgot to appreciate how the sky shifts as night falls or day breaks, the...