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Tag: Short Story

Playing for Scraps

Posted on January 30, 2023

by Michael Kingswood I was just tallying up the invoice for my latest case, an easy job for a little old lady down on the station’s third level, when Jason commed for entrance to my office. I’d known Jason for a couple years, and when he commed the image of his face popped up into…

Love In The Apocalypse

Posted on January 23, 2023

by Michael Kingswood Light flashed into Silva’s eyes, rousing her from what had been a deep and dreamless sleep.  She squirmed and stretched, raising her arms above her head and letting out a long, low sigh that was almost a groan as she forced herself to full wakefulness. Then she remembered where she was, and…

Caledonia

Posted on January 17, 2023

by Michael Kingswood Saul looked through the scope on his rifle and grimaced. In the viewfinder, five times normal magnification, he saw a dozen grey-brown scaled and armored bodies, each with eight legs and four manipulator arms below an oval head with external mandibles and at least four visible eyes.  They were moving in seemingly…

Hunting For Game

Posted on January 11, 2023

by Michael Kingswood George opened up the trunk of his blue Ford Focus and hefted a brown canvas duffle bag out.  He shifted his torso, slinging the duffle over his left shoulder, and grunted softly at the weight of the bag’s contents.  He’d thrown that shoulder out once about five years earlier while weight lifting,…

Lost Credit – A Glimmer Vale Chronicles Story

Posted on January 2, 2023

by Michael Kingswood Raedrick Baletier looked up from the parchment he was reading as the door to the Constabulary swung open, admitting midday sunlight that brightened the place more than the lamps hanging on either side of the barred wrought iron doorway leading back from the front office to the cell block ever did.  His…

Miss Melody And The Knight Gallant

Posted on December 19, 2022

by Michael Kingswood Henry ran as hard as he could remember ever running.  His heart pounded in his ears and his breaths came in gasps as he pushed himself to greater speed, but above even the cacophony of his racing pulse he could still hear the footfalls behind him, the mocking shouts as his pursuers…

Wire Runs

Posted on December 12, 2022

by Michael Kingswood The ship rocked, and Karl felt himself hurled to the side. He clenched his teeth and rolled his shoulders in anticipation of the impact, but still he ended up grunting out a half-shout when he struck the bulkhead across from where he had been working. The unexpected g-force left as quickly as…

Moonstruck

Posted on December 7, 2022

by Michael Kingswood The moon was a waxing gibbous, just a few days away from full.  It shown down on the field where Susan lay with blue-white brilliance, giving the world a dull, mysterious illumination that hinted at mysteries almost uncovered.  Secrets whispered in the shadows. She tucked her hands beneath her head and just…

Joyride to the Moon

Posted on November 28, 2022

by Michael Kingswood Jeremy frowned, and stared daggers at the keypad that had—once again—foiled his attempt to get inside his Dad’s ride.  He hadn’t figured it would be this tough. He’d tried his Dad’s birthday.  His Mom’s birthday.  His sister’s.  No dice.  He’d tired combinations of all four.  Nothing.  Their wedding date.  Nope. It was…

Miss Melody And The Elf Spa

Posted on November 21, 2022

by Michael Kingswood Steph ran her left hand through her hair, and wished she hadn’t cut it short the previous week.  She hadn’t realized how much just running her fingers through it, and then being able to give it a little tug—just a little—was soothing when she was irritated or upset.  Now there was barely…

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