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Crash into a Tree
“Yeah can I get two of the…” The woman’s voice stalled as she scanned the menu even though she’d already been in line for ten minutes. Chef Ricky was grinding his teeth and sweating a puddle into his sneakers. He couldn’t, on his life, recall why he thought applying to run the Groadster for a week was a good idea. Every item sold was at a loss, and all the cameras that were supposed to follow him were gone after the first two days. “…churros.” Continue reading
The Knight and the Thief
After leaving Twarly behind their journey took several days. Snakewaist could not travel along interstates because of the danger of being seen, so they opted instead for the most forested route and a few old fairy tunnels that were magical enough to move out of the way of any cables and pipes bumblers tried to install. Continue reading
Author’s Note: This is the second in a series of three novellas about fairies operating in the modern day by way of transforming magical mecha that allow them to act on the human scale. They specifically tackle the intersection of old biases and new technologies. If you’re interested I recommend starting with the first one, as they all follow the same characters.
Kunk kunk. Nobody answered the door, so to the back of the line with Pollywig. The next fairy up guessed that she just hadn’t been forceful enough. KUNK KUNK! He succeeded in bruising his knuckles, but not in opening it, so Taxido had to cede his place. If the other nine failed again he could have another turn at it. Next was Bellirub, and she had bragged after every attempt that she had a way with stubborn magical things. Her knock was practically melodious: katunk kunk katunkituktuk. Continue reading
“Barf! Barf, barf, barf!” Clandestiny cursed into the channel. “What do we do?”
“I don’t know; I wasn’t expecting this,” Drupe admitted. “Quick, under there!” The fairanquin tiptoed across the sidewalk and threw itself under a wood-slatted bench at the edge of Piston City’s one tiny park. Its limbs retracted as much as possible. The sun had been down for several hours, and most of the bumblers were asleep in their beds, but not the crowd gathered around Wallup Tower. Continue reading
Fairies exist, and they’re surprisingly tech-savvy, with their own magical internet, smartphones, and even giant transforming mech suits that can combine into powerful warriors… about the size of a short man.
Chaxium is just your average sour loner fairy, enjoying workouts and long conversations with her none-the-wiser human best friend online, but when a disgusting tycoon with an anti-environment agenda is elected president, she has no choice but to team up and use her family heirloom, the transforming snake machine Snakewaist, to put a stop to his plans.
Eventually joined by her best friend Ladyspiller, they must also take on a cryptocurrency demon and the wild hunt when it invades a fleet of self-driving cars in this trilogy of urban fantasy novellas.
(NEW)(Ladyspiller): Hey, how’s my favor…
(NEW)(Podcrown): Chaxium, we really need…
(NEW)(Podcrown): This is urgent Chaxium,…
(OLD)(Leafshroud): Has Podcrown told you…
(OLD)(Podcrown): You haven’t gotten bac…
(OLD)(Podcrown): We have an offer for yo…
A bubble, tiny and blue, rose out of Chaxium’s pants pocket. It kept pace with her brisk walk as it rose to her face and popped in front of her eyes. She ignored it. Another bubble squeezed out and popped on the other side of her face. It was just going to keep going like that until she checked it or changed her settings. Chaxium stopped. There were others walking behind her, so she had to move over to the railing to let them pass. Continue reading
Raiding the Nest
It was no trouble getting under Proplay’s atmosphere. They were afforded all the same privacies as other guests and residents outdoors. Security systems were concentrated on individual buildings and varied with the affluence of the owner. Everyone but Dana was shocked by the number of private guards posted at each doorstep. Some buildings had two or three watchmen seated at the top of thin towers that had big steel-rimmed binoculars built into their edges. Continue reading
Though his father had ordered a retreat, Shem didn’t dare face him empty-handed. When he fled from the clinic he simply set the ship down in a wooded area and disguised it with branches. He wanted to go that night, but the equipment he had ordered had not arrived yet. He spent a day cooped up in his metal ball watching grasshoppers and centipedes crawl across his viewing glass. He checked his dash screen regularly to make sure it still tracked the pearl. Continue reading
Hailey Rosary’s Apogee
Nephilnaut was a rock made gray by concrete, smog, and its homogenous population. No subspecies could live there legally as they did not fit into god’s plan for the planet. Continue reading
Labor of Love
A rickety shack of a house buzzed with activity. Like most dwellings on Mavercree, there wasn’t another one for miles. Sixteen vehicles were parked all around the home, with two being bigger than the building itself. People moved in and out of the single door; they had to turn sideways for two to fit. The wooden cabin shuddered with everyone’s steps and the light rain dripping over the clogged gutters looked like nervous sweat. The poor building had never seen such a flurry of bodies. Continue reading
The hug was uncomfortable. Her fingers opened and closed, waiting for it to be over. Her mother’s pregnant swell forced her to lean back. Emzara could smell her mother’s hair; it reminded her of all the other hugs she’d gotten over her thirty years. There was the one when she announced her own pregnancy at fourteen. Her mother had been so happy that she cried. Emzara cried as well. She cried because of fathers and mothers. She cried when she hit herself in the stomach with a closed fist; she did that for hours and tried to think of it as a workout. One two three punch, one two three punch, okay just ten more, and then I can be done for the night. More tears than punches. Continue reading