I have a new story out in Neon & Smoke! “But with a Whisper” is a 1,000-word sci-fi tale about the futuristic fog of war, about manipulation, about individuality… It’s written in pentameter, because the world needs more pentameter.
The opening line (“She glitters as she falls amid the stars”) came to me in a dream, and the rest followed.
Enjoy!
I have a new story out today in Permanent Flux!
“Some Notes on Becoming a God” is partly fantasy, partly magical realism, partly autobiographical…
What is the nature of belief? What fundamental aspects of our universe do we not perceive, despite always being surrounded by them? (Radio waves, gamma radiation, good vibes…) What if divinity were possible for any one of us, at least in theory?
I rarely play favourites, but I must say, I love how this story turned out. I hope you like it too!
You can read it over here.
“An unlicensed poet! Grab him!”
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I have a new short story out in Foofaraw!
“The Weapons of World War IV” is my satirical intepretation of Einstein’s famous quote – because war is absurd by definition, and because it should be satirized, always and by all means
I hope you enjoy this 600-word flash story.
(Just now, a friendo informed me that Ray Bradbury’s 1952 story “A Piece of Wood” deals with the same premise. I’ve just read it over here, and it’s excellent. Also, good thing ideas can’t be copyrighted, eh?)
You walk past yet another missing-person flyer. The new restaurant has a deal on their “special steak.” It’s unlike anything you’ve ever tasted.
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Week 3: this week was special. I’ve decided to tackle magical realism and specifically the sub-1,000-word flash format. Each word had a purpose. The end result is a 996-word tale of Shintoism, and small gods, and belief as an act of self-care – not as a way to show off.
Week 3.1. “Rights, Wrongs, Lefts” – a 100-word drabble written on a very long walk through Tokyo’s chilly streets. That one wasn’t even part of the plan – it just happened, eh. And then, ironically, it became my first 2026 to be published. Life can be funny like that.
Week 4: got a bit carried away! I once had a particularly terrible boss when I was a warehouse grunt. Those memories have stayed with me, even over a decade later. I finally felt confident enough to turn them into a story, but it kept growing and growing…
Anyway, now I have a 8,592-word hard sci-fi novelette and a new mini-quest: trying to find a market that would buy something this long. My previous longest story was 5,300 words long.
Good times. Good times…
Week 5: decided to finally write down a pretty dark story (inspired by true events!) that’d been bouncing in my braincicle for quite a while. The end result is a 2,580-word sci-fi noir story. Quite an underappreciated subgenre, that. In a way, it’s a complete opposite of solarpunk. You know, you absolutely know that there won’t be a happy ending… And in my opinion, that adds a certain beautiful element of fatalism.
With luck, I’ll finally be able to break into The Dark or The Deadlands with this tale!
*sells four short stories in one day*
“Well done, universe, old chap. I’m glad we’re finally seeing eye to eye on this. Splendid!”
*gets 10 rejections in a row*
“Alexa, how do I join a monastery?”
*wakes up to find two new story sales*
“Oh, universe, you jolly rascal. You really had me going there, old friend.”
Ikea. Food court. Coffee machine. The old lady’s latte is done, but the last few drops keep dripping into her cup.
Drip.
She stands, staring, waiting. So do we all.
Drip, drip, drip.
She’ll never move. Her vigil is eternal. We shall stay here forevermore, shoppers no longer.
Watchmen.
Vigilants.
Drip…
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