Neptune's Second Sunrise
The shuttle doors opened and Triton Station hit me all at once.
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The shuttle doors opened and Triton Station hit me all at once.
*This one came from wanting to write something tender and slow, about two adults who meet online and actually click.
The meeting hall of the Saltside Clock Tower filled up the way it always did before a vote, which was to say slowly and with a lot of…
Seven months before I got on that shuttle, I was standing in my kitchen at eleven at night eating cold noodles straight out of the pot…
I turned fifty-five in March.
Brock Araragi, forty-two years old and a data analyst by trade, stood on his rooftop garden with a glass of cheap pinot and a grudge.
*This one came from wanting to write something quiet, a story about wanting again after a long silence, set in a town where magic smells…
The ration ledgers had their own smell, Kerry thought, and after eight years of working the registration tent she had stopped noticing it.
The shuttle ramp hissed down and the gravity hit me wrong before my boots even touched the deck.
The beeping came at 0340 station time, which Irma Byrne had learned over eleven years on Meridian-7 was the hour the station liked to…
The escape pod was not built for two.
*This one came from thinking about how we perform emotions at work, and what it'd be like if someone could literally see through the act.
Ella was thirty-four years old and she had been divorced for two years, and she had learned that the best way to get through the weeks was…
Three years ago I met a man at a coffee conference.
I was wiping the same glass for the third time when the docking tube coughed open and let the new arrivals in.
The plan for the evening had been simple, the way all my plans were lately.
Elle Montgomery was fifty-four years old and had spent thirty of those years turning data into arguments she usually won.
Samson Wilkinson boarded the Hauler on a Tuesday, if you could call any day a Tuesday out past Mars.
They put us in a closet.
The coil was being stubborn.
Sundown Wanderer, Glass Ritual, Shift of Ivory, Iron Contour