Welcome to the Jungle

“Washington DC, 2084: Jerry leaned out the Aerocar window. With the kind of breathless amazement that only seven year-olds can muster, he shouted “Mom, Dad, look! Two apes are fighting in front of the Lincoln Memorial.” Bill glanced down, but at 600 meters above ground level it was hard to see very much. He put…

For Better or Worse

“Live the Martian adventure” the ads said. “Mars has jobs.” Amy said. So Joe packed their bags and they left their hometown in Northern Great Lakestan, convinced that this new life would be better. It wasn’t. There were jobs and the pay was good, but they were mostly desk jobs–the kind of work that you…

Sari Sari

“My name is Liz but they call me Lady Inked because my body is covered with sensing, breathing tattoos. A murderer is stalking Pirate’s Cove, our paradise at the edge of the heliosphere. Some believe my ink gives me special senses that will find the killer. Some think I’m the killer. Haunted by voices of…

Remembering David Bowie

My short story, “The Meditation Center at the Corner of the Dark Dao Universe” will be part of this wonderful project (Volume 2): 47-16 Short Fiction and Poetry Inspired by David Bowie. 47 – 16 Volume II will also feature: Saviour Machine by David Court Black Star (Reprinted) by Liz Ferrets Everyone Says “Hi” (Last…