short story length work

The Godfall’s Chemsong

A published in , Issue 224 September/October 2009.

This is one of my attempts at writing truly alien aliens.  At least in the sense that they are hominids with bumpy foreheads, anyway.  Ultimately, for believable biology, I relied heavily on the kind of thing that dwells deep below the ocean.  Muskblue’s ecosystem and life is based on the concept of whalefall, and the […]

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The Culture Archivist

A published in , 2009.

I was thinking to myself: What’s the difference between the Federation and the Borg, really? Both assimilate other cultures into themselves. One just does it a little more violently. I started thinking about what a realistically capitalistic federation would look like, and the story was born. The Humpty Moon vanished two days ago, devoured by […]

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Arties Aren’t Stupid

A published in , 2008.

What if our social cliques weren’t just social constructs, but biological ones?  Combine that with some ideas about living graffiti and you’ve got the world of arties, brainiacs, and thicknecks. A few of us arties were hanging out in Tube Station D, in the dry part that hadn’t flooded. Tin men had busted Blaze and Ransom […]

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Captain Blood’s B00ty

A published in , 2007.

In the Magic P1r4tes setting, computers can process spells like programs.  The only problem is, copyright of spells is tied to the life of the wizard that created it, and wizards live forever.  What’s a young wizard to do? Pirate magic, of course. Unfortunately, the Magical Association of Atlantis, (MAA, or, Big Mother) are in […]

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The Yeti Behind You

A published in , 2007.

Written long before I became a parent, this story deals with the anxieties of expecting parents, and the anxieties of even making the decision.  What does it mean to create new life on a geologic time scale? Michael’s yeti sits lightly on the foot of the bed, watching with soft brown eyes as Michael makes […]

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The Girl With The Sun in Her Head

A published in , 2004.

Emelia’s home is in a city where only children are allowed to draw graffiti on the crumbling walls. The old bricks and stones are covered in crude pictographs and stick figures, smoking chimney houses and bicycles with four wheels and two seats. Chalk is a penny a piece, any color to be had. A little […]

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