Otters In Space 3 – Chapter 25: Jenny

by Mary E. Lowd

An excerpt from Otters In Space 3: Octopus Ascending.  If you’d prefer, you can start with Chapter 1, return to the previous chapter, or skip ahead.

“Way, way down beneath the quagmire of toxic gases that looked like cheerful creamsicle clouds, there was at least one raptor who believed raptors and otters could be friends, that maybe someday they could visit each other peacefully.”

Jenny and Ordol landed Brighton’s Destiny lightly atop the Europa base.  It touched down like a lonely whirligig maple seed that had spun its way improbably down through an arctic sky to the surface of an iceberg, a small stretch of cold land, floating on Europa’s choppy gray ocean.

Wind whipped through the hatch when Jenny broke the seal.  The door swung aside, and Jenny climbed out of the ship.  Ordol followed her, clambering over the flat ground like a basket of snakes slithering together in a complicated knot.  The sky above them was clear and bright with stars.  Jupiter hung low on the horizon, where it should be — far away, rather than under Jenny’s paws. Continue reading “Otters In Space 3 – Chapter 25: Jenny”

Otters In Space 3 – Chapter 24: Kipper

by Mary E. Lowd

An excerpt from Otters In Space 3: Octopus Ascending.  If you’d prefer, you can start with Chapter 1, return to the previous chapter, or skip ahead.

“Kipper wished she could tuck the tiny tentacled baby in a pocket and smuggle it out of here to raise it with a family. She and Emily could keep it and raise it together. That would be a nice family. Does it count as kidnapping if the child is fated to die?”

The giant malachite stalagmite towered in front of Kipper like an underwater skyscraper.  The octopus tour guide led her, Trugger, and Captain Cod into an opening at the base that turned into a dark, narrow, winding tunnel.  After several sharp twists and turns, the tunnel opened into a conical chamber that must have filled nearly the entire stalagmite.

The octopus city outside the stalagmite had been a heady visual opera of colors and motions.  The inside was literally dizzying.  Kipper had to turn her head down and close her eyes, shutting the visual noise out for a moment before she was ready to face it again. Continue reading “Otters In Space 3 – Chapter 24: Kipper”

Hide the Honey

by Mary E. Lowd

A Deep Sky Anchor Original

“…once you find a hidden stash of honey, you simply must eat it. No other option. None at all.”

The bear’s paws were covered with honey.  It dripped from her claws in sticky, amber droplets.  It clumped her thick brown fur together between her paw pads.  Everything she touched, her paw came away leaving a ghostly paw print behind, a gleaming sheen of sugar where it had been.  She could touch nothing without giving herself away.

“Where are you?” the bear’s sister cried. Continue reading “Hide the Honey”

Otters In Space 3 – Chapter 23: Petra

by Mary E. Lowd

An excerpt from Otters In Space 3: Octopus Ascending.  If you’d prefer, you can start with Chapter 1, return to the previous chapter, or skip ahead.

“Petra felt cold inside. She had military intelligence that could change the course of a war, and she was still at the mercy of a few over-paid copper dogs who didn’t like her.”

Every piece of paper in front of Petra told a story.  The rows of numbers; the columns of… pointless, stupid text that meant nothing to her.  The story the papers told was one of frustration and boredom.  She wanted the papers to tell a story of corruption and secret societies, money being funneled into an underground military complex — an army that would rise up from their massively expensive hidden bunkers to save Earth from the raptors — all because Petra found the number trail leading to them in these papers. Continue reading “Otters In Space 3 – Chapter 23: Petra”

Not Wanting to Walk through the Door

I just finished rewatching The Good Place for the first time since it ended. The end hit me way harder this time. It’s only a few years later, but I was under 40 then and am over 40 now.

I think… I still felt immortal just a few years ago, and now I’m wrestling with mortality. Continue reading “Not Wanting to Walk through the Door”