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A Space Lizard’s Kindness

Within the huge tunnels honeycombing Ceres, Fren sat, placing strands of gold throughout a lightweight crystalline structure that he formed from piles of minerals and a stone bowl of seawater. A sail of lichen attached to one end of his…

Revised Penn Steps onto Arcturus Prime

Penn adjusted the forcefields protecting the laser burns on his legs. The white canvas pants covered it well. Never let them know the trouble they caused. It should be the motto for the Troubleshooters section of the Star Traders Guild.…

Penn Steps onto Arcturus Prime

Late afternoon Arcturan sun lit the airlock like a spotlight in a museum diorama, bright light and shadow in a gray room. Penn fiddled with the controls for the force fields protecting the laser burns on his legs. You needed…

Brother Dominic’s Struggle

Sand ran off the brim of Brother Dominic’s planters hat. He had one hand pushing the crown down tighter against his head. The wind pushed the paper mask against his face. There were scratch marks on his goggles that got…

A Better Life

Crapo crawled along the tunnel, her head shining in the phosphorescent glow of the ceiling’s fungal growths. Whisker antennas flipped back and forth from the two rows of cranial implants sprouting on each side of the crown of her skull.…

Penn kills a god.

Penn stepped into a chamber with a body strapped to an inclined board. Tubes and wires ran into and out of the restrained man. The tubes gurgled and the wires flexed in a rhythm that set the Star Trader on…

Paper Gets Lunch

Paper stood on the monastery balcony and raised his arms. The skin folded against his sides billowed out into a photon sail. Small freckles of green grew and darkened. He ran across the marble tiles, spinning and laughing, in the…

A Gem Mine

“Paper, put down the launcher. He’s legit.” The wyvern snorted and let out a belch of smoke and flame. Rodrigo laughed. “She’s probably been holding that since you guys showed up.” Penn didn’t laugh. “We need to figure out what’s…

Writing

The stars faded as I turned from the gravel lane in towards the house. Brown faded grass stalks glowed in the late August sunrise. It was going to be a cooker today. Ravens already strutted in the water spilling from…

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