I watch the lake, peaceful and serene; white swans float on it with the graceful delicacy and stillness of ice sculptures or many-tiered, fondant-covered wedding cakes.
Then the black swans come. One after another. Crashing into the water, wings spread wide and flapping.
Originally published in Theme of Absence, July 2018
Marga held her broad paw up to the star-studded window, lining it up so a single spark of light tipped each of her blunted claws. Her own constellation. She wondered if any of those stars had habitable worlds circling them. She knew none of them was New Sholara. Not from this window. Not from this side of the ship.
A purple-and-amber-striped worker bee buzzed down and landed on the thick brown fur of Marga’s shoulder, reminding her that life support was limited. She left the window behind and moved from one cryonics pod to the next, starting their rejuv cycles. Bees followed her, buzzing in the air. Continue reading “Thirty Honey Feasts To Go”
Cosmic the Pangolin raced over the hills and vales of Mossy Valley Zone, her clawed feet skipping across the emerald ground so fast her talons left burning skid marks in the grass behind her. She saw a loop-de-loop looming ahead where the ground swerved into the sky and in preparation she curled her head forward, tucking her chin; then she dropped into a complete roll, her entire nebula-purple body tightening into an armored ball.
She raced forward at an unbelievable speed, leaving the grass burnt behind her. She raced the clock. She raced against time. She raced herself on previous attempts at this zone. But most importantly, she raced against Professor Robotron and her diabolical mechanical chickens. Continue reading “Cosmic the Pangolin”
Originally published in Empyreome, Volume 3: Issue 1, January 2019
The magic in the air whispered through Katelynn’s whiskers like a summer breeze, and the fat tabby purred. The ley line that ran under her owner’s house was perfectly aligned with the orientation of her brown stripes whenever she sat under the oak tree in the backyard and faced the hummingbird feeder hanging in the neighbor’s Japanese maple — as she was now. The rising sun glinted off the windows in both houses, giving them shining eyes in their architectural faces.
Let Robot Weekend commence with the watching of Short Circuit!
We’ve been meaning to do a Robot Weekend for a long time, but always get stuck on the question of what thematic food would be… Finally, we mostly just gave up on that question and are starting with some chex mix. Continue reading “Re-watching Short Circuit”
I love how totally unfazed everyone on DS9 is by Kira’s constant, simmering rage at everything. She’s effective; she’s reasonable; she’s their friend. They don’t police her tone. I wish so dearly the real world could be a place like that for me.
Diablo 3 seasons pro-tip: if you’re trying to solo the Boss Mode conquest and want to keep track of time without wasting any looking at it, listen to a 20-min music album you know well.
I like to listen to the Once Upon a Time musical episode soundtrack.