• Sheer rocky cliff faces rise up and pierce the night sky. Overhead, a bright band of stars splits the sky.

    Peris stood on the brink of the cliff and reached out with her mind while she held her lightstick over the chasm. Stray orange pebbles skittered into the murky schism below while she pitched her body in defiance of gravity. Night had already fallen, but she pictured the twin suns, fierce and blazing in the bright green of midday. Then she imagined the sky ...
  • A heart shape made of maps

    The young woman traced her fingers over the two reels and slid the cartridge that contained her fabricated image into the mouth of The Memory Box. It was half past ten o’clock on a Saturday morning. There was plenty of time before the post arrived. She cleared her throat and switched the recording device on. ...
  • A red-headed woman with amber eyes and scratches on her face. she is the goddess Lilith and is wearing a tight fitting outfit.

    The man in the white coat approached Andrew. “I’m Dr. Ben Matthews. Unfortunately, the prognosis isn’t favorable, but we are trying to figure it out.” Andrew shot out of his chair. Trevor followed suit, his heart raced. Oh God. First Allan, now Richard’s going to die. “What do you mean, the prognosis isn’t good? What’s ...
  • The surface of the moon looms in the lower right quadrant, dominated by two large craters and pockmarked by many smaller ones

    I pull the lever as the whistle blows, and the press comes down. Low gravity makes the seal on the components produced on the moon superior, so my quotas have increased again. I heft the pieces into their crate roughly, but the shift is over, and it’s been a long day after a crazy week ...
  • A red-headed woman with amber eyes and scratches on her face. she is the goddess Lilith and is wearing a tight fitting outfit.

    A crowd of hopeful Arizona State University students gathered around the bulletin board outside Dr. Isis Nassar’s lecture hall. She posted the semester’s final scores. There was a cluster of students who anxiously waited to scan for their grades. Hopefuls who wanted their scores to be high enough to get selected for the internship slots. ...
  • A highway lined with street lamps at dusk

    Sometimes in the car, or in the moments before falling asleep, a recollection of him appeared. Maybe it was because I saw someone in his liking. A tall, thin stranger with his head down and hands in his pockets. Or, the radio played Green Day’s “When I Come Around.” So much time had passed. The ...
  • A photograph of gray concrete stairs with a pot of red geraniums next to it

    My mother had a faulty sixth sense that flickered like a dying light bulb. She called them “bad feelings.” Often, her premonitions came too late. If we got lost driving, she’d say she had a bad feeling about the road I had taken. If I didn’t get a part in the school play, pass my ...
  • Hand holding a glass ball with a revrese image of the sky and a boat dock

    We called them The Untouchables and had code names for each one. There was Herman, The Mountain, and Jeeves. Those were the names of our crushes, and our freshman intro classes were large enough that at least one of us had classes with them. The Mountain was my crush. He was tall, seemingly unapproachable, and ...
  • black and white woman screaming with hand on cheek.

    I turned the key to my front door as the familiar click echoed in the quiet morning. With only the occasional hoot from the nocturnal predator, the atmosphere was eerie. Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpsed movement beside the big sign announcing the neighborhood watch. However, the closest thing to security in ...
  • El Camino

    The city of Tucson took on a surreal atmosphere in the wee hours of the morning. I loved this side of Tucson because it was like being transported to another world when I got off work at 2:30 AM. I hated the 5 PM rush hour traffic drive to work. But the streets took on ...