Happy March, everyone! And yes, I know. Mondays are for stories. And this is not a story, but it is story-related.(I promise.) I decided to try something a little bit different. Since I've really started sending out queries again, I've been re-evaluating some of my manuscripts, and I can't help but think that maybe they… Continue reading Not Exactly a Story….
“Did it live up to your expectations?” “Oh, yeah, sure it did,” Armin answered his father. Rune Fisher stared evenly at his son, ignoring the several blinking and buzzing computers behind him. “I noticed you were looking forward to it.” “Yeah, you and my other three hundred friends.” “I doubt your… Continue reading Plugged In, Chapter Three: The E-Mail
Mom had been halfway insane when she’d seen the bandages. She’d helped take the ones of my hands, but I’d convinced her that my arm was still too sore for the bandage to be removed. I’d unwrapped it privately; it didn’t look as sickening as I’d expected. The weekend had passed quietly--I’d had… Continue reading Forthcoming, Chapter Twenty-Five: Home
The siren woke him up. It screeched endlessly, and the emergency lights in his house blinked on and off, on and off. “I’m coming!” Armin shouted, rolling onto the floor and running to the door. He looked outside his window and saw the tram pulled up to his house. Its stop at his doorstep… Continue reading Plugged In, Chapter Two: The Unfortunate Drafter
If Miss Carling could see her car, I know I would have been expelled: there was mud splashed across it and there were several dents in the doors. I didn’t take the time to consider what the car had been through--I didn’t care. My head was heavy. I felt as though I was beyond sleep--I… Continue reading Forthcoming, Chapter Twenty-Four: Separations
Is there a problem? That was what the e-mail asked. It was typed in a professional, sans-serif font; the letters were italicized, but not in anger. No. Instead, the slanting of the words was like a friendly hug. How nice, really, that the Governance would be concerned for just one person in a population… Continue reading Plugged In, Chapter One: Master Your World
“Everett!” Cyrus’ voice curled around my surname and I opened my eyes. Chay still stood resolute, though Cyrus was no longer interested in that exchange. His focus was on my motionless stance. “Move!” Cyrus didn’t notice Henbane’s eyes widen as they became unfocused, staring into the distance. He raised his gun reflexively, firing… Continue reading Forthcoming, Chapter Twenty-Three: Real Explanations
It's been a while since I've written this story. If you need a refresher, it all starts here. "Will you quit starin' at me?" They'd been driving for almost an hour in total silence. Bo obliged; he figured that, when someone has a gun, you do what they say. Such as letting them hijack your… Continue reading I Remember Everything: Chapter Four
At least something was going right: I must have slept, for the next thing I remembered was the sound of a clock chiming from some other part of the building. I had no idea what time it was, nor how long I had lain against the chair, but the room seemed untouched. I raised… Continue reading Forthcoming, Chapter Twenty-Two: Leaps of Faith
I was nauseous. I didn’t open my eyes, nor did I try to sit. I was content to lay where I was, listening to the silence. The quiet was a comfort, and I wondered if I’d been to the fair; the twisted, flipping knot in my stomach reminded me of a summer from--five years ago? … Continue reading Forthcoming, Chapter Twenty-One: Deals
