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Joined June 2009 and calls As the Moon Climbs home.

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Who wants to be a writer? I do!

Stories

  1. Knight in Shining Armor

    Muriel watched the struggle between the knight and the dragon from her window in the tower. As usual, the dragon toyed with him at first, letting him bounce arrows off impenetrable scales. Eventually, one of them hit the soft skin behind an elbow and t...

  2. Good Help Is Hard to Find

    Old Mrs. Jean sat on the front porch of her big white house and surveyed her farm. It was a hot day, but a breeze blew down from the mountains, carrying the promise of rain to her aching joints. In the fields, her boys worked as they always did, mechan...

  3. The Other AA Meeting

    We sat in a circle of folding chairs with mugs of tea or coffee and made small talk before the meeting began. I was next to Chitinia—er, Jessie—so I did more listening than talking. “So I just stood there,” she said. “What...

  4. Eurydice Never Looks Back

    The plan hadn’t worked, but that was not unexpected. She walked with the crowd on the sidewalk, purposefully, not quickly, glancing into store windows as if browsing, actually checking for the reflections of her pursuers. Luckily, she wasn’...

  5. The Cunningham Affair

    “Marian, darling, say something.” Brad’s watery blue eyes flicked back and forth between her wide brown ones. “Don’t call me ‘darling’ you bastard!” she shouted, slapping his hand off her shoulder. “...

  6. Dreaming of Electric Dolls

    People think robots don’t sleep, but we do. Slip into standby mode, basic functions ticking away while everything else takes a much-needed rest. Robots that don’t sleep end up in the recycler twice as fast, unless they’re the kind of ...

  7. Home Is Where the Care Chip Is

    “That jerk had one thing right,” I muttered, fumbling for the passcard to my apartment. “I do live in a closet.” The door slid open and the lights flickered on, except for the one over the bed, which had been broken for months. ...

  8. I Drink Therefore I Am

    “The truth is,” he said, “the truth is, I hate robots.” His breath reeked of the gin that sloshed over the edge of his glass. “You know what I hate?” he asked. “Robots?” I said. “Robots,” he s...