The Moon Is Pissed

I guess you could call it an idea. Moody brought it to me. “It’s pissed,” he said, storming into my office. The door was open, and I don’t stand on ceremony, but a courtesy knock on the way would have been nice. I was in charge, after all. “What is?” “The moon.” He appeared to… Continue reading The Moon Is Pissed

The Once Pristine Valley

Sharambali shook her head. Her vision doubled then doubled again. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply and clenched her body and will against the twin waves of pain and nausea. She dropped to one knee, her blood pounding in her ears.  After a few minutes, her heart slowed. She tried to slow it further… Continue reading The Once Pristine Valley

Water and Weighted Pockets

Esmerelda Lee planned her suicide with the meticulous attention to detail so many of her teachers and friends and parents of friends — along with her own parents, of course — had commented on so many times in the course of her eighteen years. Seemed to Esmerelda it was the only thing about her they had noticed. To make… Continue reading Water and Weighted Pockets