Jan 9, 2019 · 1,416 words (6 minutes)
I nestle the video camera on its makeshift tripod, carefully centering my daughter’s image. She tucks her hair behind her ear and gives a strained smile. She is sixteen, and that hair is long and golden–kissed light brown and straight; she has the gangly grace only teenagers have, that sleek gazelle form. She is wearing khaki shorts and a striped tank top, and the bite mark on her arm is already putrefying.
Jan 9, 2019 · 998 words (4 minutes)
When I was twenty years old, my best friends and I stepped off the edge of the world. Michael died yesterday. These two things have everything and nothing to do with each other. People aren’t made to do what we did. Or maybe they are, and they just aren’t made to come back.
Jan 9, 2019 · 2,097 words (8 minutes)
The flimsier ones look almost like abandoned plastic bags or discarded call-girl calling cards whirling precariously in a too-slight breeze. These are the personifications of “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” - false faces slipped on for a weekend and left behind, left to pile up in the corners of the Strip like any other trash. The flimsies always try to cling to anyone solid. They never realize that she’s a discard, too.
Jan 9, 2019 · 9,071 words (33 minutes)
Field Engineer Callan and his squad battle separatists in Jabodetabek, ever-watchful of the skies for the sign of alien attack. Pusat-Selatan II has been plunged into darkness, and only Ardiyanti and her Cemetery Children have kept their cool in the midst of the horrors and madness of civil war. But for how long can Jabodetabek’s innocents fend off the threats from all sides?
Jan 7, 2019 · 5,570 words (21 minutes) · 2 likes
Myra, living alone in a block of flats, is intrigued and tormented by a gang of mysterious children who bear the names and play the games of children 100 years earlier. Then the boy who leads the gang asks her to join them....
Jan 5, 2019 · 5,503 words (21 minutes)
I'm a small-town Colorado kid, so when I went to the LA WorldCon in 1996, the Los Angeles traffic startled me. On the second day, while trying to find my way to Anaheim and the convention, I started thinking about The Flying Dutchman and his poor, cursed crew. "Parallel Highways" rose out of that juxtaposition of traffic and legend. JVP