Deadwood

It smells like melting tar and burning wood, unwashed men, rotting teeth and freshly turned dirt, old whiskey, sick, piss and shit. Its pungent and raw. The road here was so empty and peaceful, but with the hush of hidden death hiding just below the green leafy canopy of forest and hills. Now death is …

Hermes II

A transport ship swings down and enters the first runway gate. It moves slow. Its two plasma engines glowing a dull yellow. The craft’s designation on the grey hull is written in chipped white paint, it reads SF 92/902. A little boy sits on his daddy's shoulders watching. He asks, "is that them?" The boy …

Ann Lockley

      Ann Lockley angrily rubs tears from her eyes. She refuses to be sad. She has convinced herself it's perfectly fine to be a little girl with no friends who lives on a cold rock that gets smaller with every splash of frigid North Atlantic water that reaches its shore. A lighthouse stands …