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Patrol Officer Smits

“When the pictures are posted, Patrol Officer Smits will be celebrated a hero,” yet still, even as the mayor says those words, she knows they are mostly fantasy. The photographer wants too much, and when he gets tired of waiting, he’ll just release them for the clicks anyway. Patrol Officer Smits was no more heroContinue reading “Patrol Officer Smits”

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Afflicted by Elf

Man, first time out and you get afflicted by elf! That’s just bad luck. May Moradin relieve you of your burden! Does it hurt? The forest flitterings? The sparkles? The only thing I can think to suggest, maybe go to your mountain’s priest-guild. I am not too versed on their magics but I am positiveContinue reading “Afflicted by Elf”

Daddy Issues

“You know what’s stupid?” “What?” “This ship,” Bruno screeches as the shuttle shimmies in response to a psionic shock wave. He jerks the control stick to avoid a cephalopod tentacle and the Errant Knight barrel-rolls to the starboard. “Any other design we’d be invisible.” “But we’re not and go fuck yourself.’ For Lei, this shipContinue reading “Daddy Issues”

Crash Course in Landing

With a jolt, he is awake and watches the injector needle pull cleanly from his chest as white-hot adrenaline courses through his veins. “Welcome back sir, we will be crashing shortly,” claims the jovial west-country-accented voice of his ship’s system. Around him is the cyro-chamber and the stench of the chemical bath he called home forContinue reading “Crash Course in Landing”

Trial of Futility

He is too late. The smell of the spell’s components linger a moment, cordite and cinnamon, then even that vanishes, leaving behind only the inevitable and the only option left, prayer. His mouth already moves ignoring intellectual objection. Stupidly, he seeks help from up high. A god, demon, something just slightly better would be fine.Continue reading “Trial of Futility”

Review: “Crank” by Artur Karlov

Jimmy has no arms, see? Never had any. Was born like this. Almost every baby born after the war is missing parts. Some don’t have limbs, like Jimmy. Some have bits of the face missing. Some lack internal organs. Those are the lucky ones. They don’t live too long after the cord is cut. LessContinue reading “Review: “Crank” by Artur Karlov”

Young Ye’ Old Ye’ Dead Ye’

Leaves swirl from the ground in a sudden wind. A wind five-year-old Ye’ Ruo thinks left her mouth along with the words of her wish. A wish uttered hushed and filled with sorrow. She wished simply to, “help.” The wind howls and churns the remains of summer in a cyclone of red and yellow. TheContinue reading “Young Ye’ Old Ye’ Dead Ye’”

Tam’s Soul

In this life, Tam Duc is eighty-five years old, weighs thirty-eight kilograms and travels from the Northern island of Cát Bà, to Năm Căn on the one leg remaining after meeting a French landmine 72 years ago. It is a journey of 2000 kilometers. Năm Căn is nothing more than the Southernmost tip of Vietnam.Continue reading “Tam’s Soul”