One Shots

In Dreams

June 14, 2012

Another one of our stories from 2006. We are particularly fond of this one – maybe it’ll get an update in the near future. Charlene turned, examining herself in the mirror. Her figure had been altered greatly by the pregnancy. Not that she minded, really, it was more the fact that she had nothing to […]

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Attack on Ariadne

June 7, 2012

For Melissa Jacob. The planet loomed, huge and green, before Captain Malcolm Reynolds as his ship swept in closer. He studied it as Wash brought them smoothly down through the highest reaches of the atmosphere – one of the many benefits of having a master pilot on hand was the smooth space-to-atmosphere transitions. As they […]

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Gypsies, Pranks, And Thieves

May 31, 2012

For Becky Urbinato. “I’m not understanding this – why do you think your trailer is haunted?” Corey asked. She glanced at Nicolae to make sure she wasn’t the only one who was clearly missing something. He looked as perplexed as she felt. Milosh gestured helplessly at the sketchpad lying on the little shelf by his […]

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Blind

May 24, 2012

A short story from 2006 – don’t judge, you were young and foolish once, too. Olivia was sitting in the foyer, waiting for her father to come in. He was going to take her to the library today. They’d gotten some new books in Braille – she was eager to have something new to read. […]

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Forget-me-not

May 17, 2012

For Michelle Yee. Jon was sure he was losing his mind. He stared at his canvas, sitting just where he’d left it on the easel.  A nearly completed painting, an almost perfect piece.  A commission, fetching a rather impressive sum. And across his lovely painting, in a messy, uncoordinated scrawl, was one word: “Sophie.” The […]

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The Graveyard Shift

May 10, 2012

For Mark Lidstone. My wife flicks through radio stations until she finds a song that I can’t stand.  She squeals in delight and turns it up. “What, this?  I hate this song,” I tell her, but she’s already turned it back to the station and started singing along loudly. I laugh in spite of myself […]

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