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Category Archives: Short Story
Entanglement
Let us talk about two particles. Two random particles in the astronomically gargantuan universe which are, for all intents and purposes, identical. In that whole, giant, cosmic vastness that is our universe, these two particles (by chance) happen to be … Continue reading
Meat
I’ve still got meat. All my friends say I should go full-metal, but my meat is important to me. You need a brain augment if you wanna compete in the job market these days, but that doesn’t mean I have … Continue reading
Lights on the Horizon
Marvo sat with legs crossed atop a rock at the water’s edge, the unfinished net laying across her lap. She looped the netting needle through the loops of rope unconsciously as she looked out to the sun setting far out … Continue reading
Sleep
I have to keep him awake. You see that don’t you? If I let him sleep it ends, and I can’t let that happen. Maybe I should start from the beginning. No. I can’t do that. I’m not even sure … Continue reading
Raiders
[This is based loosely on (oddly enough) an impromptu costume party that happened last Halloween. A few friends and I decided to go to a costume contest in their hometown, and being a bunch of nerds (i.e. awesome) my friends … Continue reading
The Tale of Ayla, Part 6
“How big are goblins?” a young boy asks, “You said the goblin chief was taller than Ayla, but you said Pek could fit in her pocket.” “Most goblins stand about…so tall,” the old grenz explains, holding his hand at the … Continue reading
The Tale of Ayla, Part 5
The young girl’s friends are sipping soft cider and chatting while they wait for the next story. The old grenz is talking with the innkeeper, who still seems cross with him about breaking a cup last night. The girl is … Continue reading
The Tale of Ayla, Part 4
The old grenz frowns at the rain pelting against the window. A storm, blown in from the Sorrows, has turned the roads of the town to rivers of mud. He is unlikely to have any audience for his story tonight. … Continue reading
0sl0, the Valkyrie
[So thanksgiving time here in the US is usually a pretty busy time. I think I’ll go with that as my excuse for not updating Monday. You buy that right? Right? :p] It wasn’t that systems security was an inherently … Continue reading
St. George’s Hospital
David was certain he was going mad. He was not a child anymore, he was 13 years old. Practically an adult by his reckoning. When is mother and father had left him at St. George’s Hospital for the night, he … Continue reading
Fred Hesser 