1When The Stars Turned Red Corscia left her job at the inn that night as she always had. Only today, on this night, when she gazed into the endless motes of bright stars, something was different. New stars had appeared where before there had been none. Thus began a new age of terror.

The Shot This time, I'll get it, I promised myself. I squeezed the flank of my horse with my legs to still his impatient shifting and lifted the bow to my eye.

The Baby The rain pissed down. It was icy cold and, while it fell in clouds of seemingly ineffectual mist, Santi was wet through in minutes. She cursed subtly to herself in Italian, and threw her weight into the pram.

Mania Micheian is the head of the most prolific pharmaceuticals company of the 23rd century. His methods leave much to be desired, but they aren't against the law.

In The Wrong Universe Felix woke up, and everything was very very wrong. No one will listen, no one seems to react to what he says or does, almost like, in their mind, he is doing something completely different. They remember things that didn't happen, know things they shouldn't have known. And Felix is trapped, with no idea how to get out.

Your Gradpa » I wanted to share my progect. My daddy died a few years back, and my sister is about to have a baby. Her baby will be the first of our family never to have known their Grandpa. So I have begun a progect to gather all the memories of my daddy from all parts of the family and fasion them in to childrens stories so that my sisters baby can know their grandpa.

Knees Next to Ears The very distinctive sound of bare feet padding across stone tiles caught my attention. I looked up from my fine quality leather bound book, peering over thick spectacles. I sighed, 'Out of bed again Ann-Marie'

Clarice Owns The Apocalypse We all thought that when the apocalypse happened it would be the young and strong that survived. Turns out that Clarice made it his buisnis to linger as long as he possably could. A drain on his grandchildren, and now, a drain on the apocalypse.

Pitch Black Hall » Marlia had been walking for days, escording the grim little dwarf prince of stone and darkness. She was bound to him, forced to bend to his every will, but even she had her limits.

The Places Of Childhood This is more prose than poetry, and describes the very real place I grew up.