Terticus the she-wolf lifted her paw and replaced it on the bed of pine needles. Every needle flexed to absorb her weight. If even one threatened to crack, she would lift it again and seek a quieter place to step. The glowing outline of her packmates was no danger. The…

A Hagovi’s Bridge addendum — The eqrubup worms had just spun yellowish grey wool, signaling Father to open the water farm pipes and clear out the time sand. The ever-raging storm called the Barrier, that marked the end of time, the end of everything as far as Hagovi understood, constantly spewed second grains that piled…

You did what on the plane?! — This story answers the prompt: Writing Prompt: Island Magic Islanders from the Papua New Guinea region with lives full of magic and cricket.medium.com David McIlroy addressed his grade 12 social class in a warm baritone. “The reason we study other cultures is to understand ourselves better.” Eyes rolled and feet shuffled. That’s how he knew they were paying attention.

Long time passing … — What’s the Dream, Fiction Writers of Medium? What inspired you to share your fiction here? …medium.com I am grateful for people like E. Ardencaple who are doing their part to promote fiction on Medium. Medium is like a magazine rack. We stand in front of it and gaze at all the covers, trying to decide what genre, topic, or image we want to read. We have…

She wanted to leap into the two princess’ arms, but they were holograms. — Dete Two Wann woke in her saucer shaped “cranky falcon” bed (as her dad called the spaceship it was modeled after, pile of space junk as her mom affectionately corrected him) to the sound of young female voices. Since Dete was an emancipated female of three cycles around the Terraranan…

The dance class sniggered. The female partner shuffled her boots into the center of the board floor. The twist of her mouth told of more than a chip on her shoulder. In fact they could see the brace rods sticking out the back of her bodice. Most of the veterans…

The dead remember us. — A boy hid amid dusky light filtering through filthy upper windows. He lounged on the window ledge of a dusty artist studio, listening to two adults discuss a clay mold half as tall as the shorter adult. Cold air seeped between cracks in the walls. The clay depicted a young…

From one narrator’s process-perspective. — Did you catch my presentation for reader/listeners who wanted to know the behind-the-scenes life of an audiobook? Audiobooks began to be recorded in the 1930’s. The Guinness Book of World Records states, “The first novel (technically a novella) to be recorded was Joseph Conrad’s Typhoon, which was packaged as a…

Self-deception around the fire — Josie sat down beside me on the log. “You not partaking?” She waved her hand at the group of 50 something engineers gathered around the team-building campfire. “Wanna tell me about it?” The bag of marshmallows passed from hand to hand, pointed sticks skewered the sumptuous pillows of fluff. Screams…