Selena knocked hesitantly at the door to the old house. “He won’t answer,” they had told her. “You have to just go in. It’s part of the process.” She waited for the door to open anyway. A stray dog watched her from the alley. She didn’t know what street this…
Aaron found himself awake sometime in the deep hours of night in a strange room, aware of the person beside him in the bed. He didn’t move for fear of waking her. He could hear her breathing slowly beside him, her back to him. He wondered if she was awake…
They led him into a sterile white too-bright room, which held a table, a chair, and it. They placed him in the chair and shut the door. Upon the table was a white file folder. His brain was fuzzy from lack of sleep, lack of food, and whatever concoction of…
Arieos and Falson were brothers, light-skinned, dark-haired, large-eyed young men who understood one another without words. They were not alike in temperament, Arieos being bolder and quick-witted, Falson more perceptive and deeply rooted in the history of their people. They sat together upon a rocky, lifeless land beneath a brilliant…
I woke up and knew I was going to die. It was sometime past four in the morning. The dream was still vivid–not the images, those had already dissipated–but the certainty that my end was near. It felt solid, a physical presence, and oddly unemotional, like a date on a…
The agents kicked open the door and rushed into the room, guns ready. The target, Chad Starn, sat at his computer, hands raised above his head. Agent Simon Adamson strode up to him and cuffed him. “Game over, kid.” “It’s not a game,” Chad said, looking up at Simon—not defiantly,…
It was mid-May, and Todd was taking a walk as an act of protest. The cold wind gusted around him, making him hunch as he plodded forward. The light mist, almost a fog, splattered him. He would be soaked by the time he got home. “Stupid weather,” he muttered. It…
Since his crash landing on Calliope 4, which the native called Aurerallear, Thomas Alistair had seen many amazing thing. The flora upon the planet was wild and mobile, roaming the wide plains in slow movements like a stop-motion movie filmed day by day. In the sky were light shows unlike…
As a lesser noble of the House Elganar, Allen could absent himself from the pageantry of the Annual Ball with little notice. He had danced with a few pretty young women, but their polite smiles and flickering eyes proved his low position. He wasn’t worth the attention. He stood in…
His wife found him staring at the computer. “Um, Mark? What are you doing?” He looked up, startled. “I’m waiting for him.” “Yeah, I don’t think so. He doesn’t use Facebook.” She clicked his other tabs. “Or Twitter. Or Pinterest. Or email. Or idle games. Oh, and definitely not Google…
The mayor of Utopia City was a well-built handsome man, the sort of man you’d see in a Men’s Warehouse advertisement, with perfect hair, perfect teeth, and a perfectly tailored sense of style. Like most politicians, the mayor wasn’t as popular as he thought he was, but his approval ratings…
Last year I wrote an Easter play for the youth at our church to perform. It was entitled “Saturday,” and it deals with, unsurprisingly, the time between Good Friday and Easter Sunday. The youth did a fabulous job performing it, and I think it’s one of the best plays I’ve…