Stories
Do you remember, Robot, how we first met?
It was raining, and I was bored. I was only six or seven then, I think. [...] Old rafters groaned under the weight of the water, overflowing gutters gurgled gleefully, and I roamed the labyrinthine hallways in search of entertainment.
Heartlines Spec, Issue 5
July 2024
It is raining on the night you dig up your dead kitten’s bones. The downpour pummels your shoulders like June bugs and rolls down your bent back like rivulets of blood. Your clothes cling to your skin and drag you towards the dirt.
Small Wonders, Issue 13
July 2024
PR thought naming the ship Icarus would be tempting fate. They ended up calling it Daedalus. Daedalus was the one who built the wings. And he did escape, even if he couldn’t save the thing that mattered most to him. Sacrifices must be made, and all that.
Hexagon Magazine, Issue 17
June 2024
When Pope Serapion XVI promulgated the new Book LVIII of Canon Law, thereby inviting into communion any being that the International Dictum of Inherent Personhood defined as sapient, the outcry was vicious.
Programmed Hearts: Stories of Robots and AI
April 2024
A dragon cannot die. Vedenesh has heard these words her entire life. She does not believe them. Dragons are just beasts. There is no beast she cannot kill.
Wyrms 2: An Anthology of Dragon Drabbles
April 2024
The angel falls in flames. I watch its descent through the smoked glass slits in my sun shield. Even then the brightness is too much, and I have to turn away or go blind. I take cover with the rest and hope this time the casualties will be minimal.
Haven Speculative, Issue 9
June 2023
Last-Minute Shopping List for your First Space Road Trip
1. Snacks. Obviously. Try to stick to stuff with a long shelf life; it can be a real long haul between fuel stations and the refrigerator gets a little wonky when you get close to light speed.
Wyld Flash
March 2023
When the Robot was decommissioned, they forgot to turn it off.
As a construction bot it had spent the years of its existence building uncountable rows of indistinguishable houses for its creators. Now it stood in the scrapyard and watched the sun rise and set.
The Sprawl Mag, Vol. 1.1
October 2022
Deep in the ice of the frozen river, at the heart of the mirror city, there is a place Nathalia longs to visit. She can see it. It is not far. Every day she trudges onto the river and skates along its shores until she reaches the right place. There she kneels, wipes away the snow with two gloved hands, and brings her face down, nose-tip to ice, to peer down into the depths.
Stepaway Magazine, Imaginarium Issue
August 2022
