Short Stories

Night People
A boy's dream becomes a witness to a nighmarish crime...

Mother of the Night
His new play-toy was a tiny lady, slim and delicate, not much over a hundred-fifty centimeters. The pale skin seemed almost bloodless against the night black of her hair. The little doll-like face was so innocent. She was just so thoroughly sweet and precious––just yanked his chains. Playtime was going to be so very special this evening.

The House Where Serpents Dwell
Everybody needs a guardian angel...even aliens.

House on Blue Silk Mountain
M’Iqo could have kicked himself, but it would have made too much noise. He was standing flat-footed in the middle of a pitch-dark room he knew to be a trap. He had walked in knowing the room was occupied. And way down very deep in his heart he knew that occupant to be armed.

The Weaver's Tale
It’s called Tyan Xian at the moment––The Mountain of Heaven. No one seems to know how it wound up with a Chinese name and they sure don’t know where it came from. Humans didn’t build it though––not our kind anyway.

A Child s First Book of Tunnels
She had never quite fit in. Her features were a little too sharp, her skin tinted just a little bit greenish and her hands had a knack for drawing pictures of holes that dropped into nothingness.

Ma'Dri'An
The slave collar’s first sting nearly doubled him in two. It came with an intense nausea. This was just a recall to remind him that his handlers were impatiently expecting him to bring his harvest to the surface. It was just a feather’s touch compared to what would come when they discovered he wasn’t returning.

Little Chapel of Terrors
On his own world the project commander had some experience with the work of these primitive slave societies. He was almost impressed at what these creatures had managed to pull off with their hydrocarbon power sources. It was an unexpected accomplishment for slave stock. Undoubtedly, something which would be factored into their sale price.