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Category Archives: Short Story
Late
Miranda left Anthony’s house in the dead of the night, while he slept. It was Anthony’s house. Not her’s. She was his wife, but Anthony had lived in that house before their marriage. His father and mother had lived there. … Continue reading
0sl0: Employment
The trap was simple, as all the best traps are in the end. Too much complexity just means more things to go wrong, more people involved who could talk, and more weak points for the enemy to attack. Simplicity was … Continue reading
A Few Billion Years
We were so close. I’m sure we were. I think we were. I like to believe we were. I suppose it doesn’t matter really. Whether you miss it by minutes or hours or a few billion years, if you don’t … Continue reading
Maria (part 3)
Daniel winced in pain as Beth Cambridge helped him into one of the odd chair-bench furniture pieces in front of a console. The bridge (Maria had been insistent that this must be the bridge/command deck/whatever) was now full of people looking … Continue reading
What Fits in a Vial
Djaro was one of the Alchemist’s apprentices, and he was by far the most curious. Each day, the students would gather beneath the walnut tree at the village edge, and wait for the Alchemist to come and fetch them. The … Continue reading
Skip
Andrew hadn’t been looking where he was going. Instead, he had been checking his phone. He had an important meeting later that day, and somebody had just txt’d him a slight change in venue. Same building, different room. It seemed … Continue reading
To Serve and Protect
Stop joking around! You can’t take pictures of them! It’s not a laughing matter. I know you’ve been out of the country for awhile but trust me. Photos, video, even voice recording will get you in trouble. They don’t fuck … Continue reading
I’m Here to See Wendy
“I’m here to see Wendy.” Sounds pretty innocent, doesn’t it? Shows what you know. I don’t know how I knew it, but I did, from a very early age. Somebody must have told me. Over at that combo gas station/taco … Continue reading
The Music
“Can you hear it!? Can’t you hear it!?” the old man would cry to anyone who crossed his path. He was a staple of the town, a part of the local flavor, a landmark even. Sure he scared some people, … Continue reading
Sarah
Sarah was running. Technically she was ‘running away,’ but there was no ‘away.’ Not really. Sarah had finally started to understand that. It had started after she’d seen that boy from school kill one of those dogs. She’d been up late … Continue reading
Fred Hesser 