Tag Archives: short fiction

My first impression was that I’d expected him to be a little scarier, somehow. I mean, sure, the blood-encrusted clothes were a little on the horrible side, but he looked fairly normal beyond that… sort of “I was a Government … Continue reading →

It always occurs to me, after little scuffles like these, that I’d be dead or dying if they hadn’t lifted Martial Law. The police and military had no use, or mercy, for vigilante justice of any kind. It didn’t matter … Continue reading →

“Fuck you, asshole!” His breath was awful! Unsurprisingly, he swung again. This time it was a side-to-side strike, rather than an overhead attack. Fine. I studied a number of martial arts from childhood into my awkward college years. One of … Continue reading →

I smiled, remembering their faces, as I revved up the bike and pulled out on Rt. 29. Half a tick later, I turned right on Glebe Road, and headed down towards Ballston. The government did something particularly smart, in my … Continue reading →

A woman running behavioral experiments on me is one of the things I hate most in the world. This Tracy-person had pulled it off without making a single hair on the back of my neck stand up—that’s some mighty juju. … Continue reading →