A Perfect Place

Ian sat on the couch with his legs sprawled out, eyeing the patterns in the ceiling, smelling a trace of something that reminded him of the old cigarettes. He mildly resented the house he now lived in, but hated even more the way that looking through the other houses drained him. Pictures of a perfect …

Nirvana X Machina (Turing Tastes, Episode 2)

He dreamily listened to the beating of his heart and became entranced in the cadence and magnitude of his breath. He hovered just above the blossoms and swaying grass, facing the cliff and its grand view of the sun. Overlooking the cliff, one could see the sprawling ocean and its living waves that ceremoniously wandered …

Escape (A Prologue)

There were miles left to walk. Tall, dry forest stretched over most of the way. The canopy was sufficient enough cover from the satellites above, but the trudging herd of nearly three-thousand civilians (many of them armed), would be easy to spot by any other conventional means. Despite the danger, they still felt some grain …

Powers That Be (Part 2)

Crickets chirped in the cool grass of the moonless night and there was no breath of wind anywhere near the house. In the living room, Ethan began to warm in his sleeping bag, anxiously turning over vague thoughts in his mind as he faced away from the older girls' chattering about the session with the …

Powers That Be (Part 1)

Grace led her three 7th grade classmates and Ethan down the basement stairs of her parent’s house, where the girls quietly commented and shushed one another until they reached the bottom. Ethan, Alyssa’s younger brother by about three years, had asked her sister to let him join in the girls’ sleepover a few nights ago. …

Means to The End (Turing Tastes, Episode 1)

He laid bare, his energy spent between disheveled sheets made raw in the brine of sweat and breath. She emerged from the fabric cocoon, getting up to drink her glass of water set on the other side of the room. The window, open to the city night, presented sapphire blue moonlight past curtains that were …

Signals

We’d wandered around the apartment for a while after we arrived through the front door, moving from a compulsion to ensure that all the cold, detailed tasks of the day were really done. An hour passed without note and we found ourselves on the earth-colored couch in the living room, sitting placidly, but upright. I …

A Blue Speck Flickers

I was one of the first hundred to take my place in the Grand North Deck that evening. The station itself, which typically spun or moved silently through the patched darkness of space, now hung still. As hours passed, walking figures had begun to stand spread out among the carpeted walkways and benches which faced …