Polaris Skies: Ch 18

It was Yeller and not Cashia asking this time. Nat looked at him sceptically. Hana rested a hand on Nat’s, her finger rubbing his thumb. Yeller rose and offered Nat his hand. Nat brushed it away and dragged himself up on his own. He couldn’t look at Yeller. The white-haired man wasn’t sure if he…

Polaris Skies: Ch 15

The sun glared down, unfriendly and burning. An unusual day. Chill air, however, crept across the land like an infestation of spiders. Rust coloured leaves whisked across the ground, frost nodules glimmering on the rims. The skeletal trees snipped and snapped against each other. The thick of the forest waned into pasture land as they…

Polaris Skies: Ch 13

Hana sat in a locked utility closet on the first floor where her brother had shoved her. Sleet pattered on the roof of the building two stories above her. Footsteps echoed in the hall, growing louder. A key slipped into the lock on the door, and the hinges creaked as the heavy metal door slipped…

Subgalaxia: Ch 2

He paced the study of his house.  Books lined cherry shelves and his desk was overcrowded with papers and electronics.  He had sent his maid up to check on the woman. What had possessed him to intervene was beyond him.  A simple trip was all he wanted. He had gone to see the beginnings of…

Polaris Skies: Ch 12

Trigger Warning: Rape, Miscarriage You wanted to know what happened to make Michael hate you so much? You’re not going to like it, Shaman, Sven whispered maliciously as his host rode the black waves of unconsciousness. He stood in the field again. The guy with the red wings was to his left as the sun…

Polaris Skies: Ch 11

Nat returned to the Flock’s roost before dawn, having lounged at the side of a creek for what remained of the previous day. Slipping through the fields, he crept to the building Hana was residing in. She had been awake for a little while. He hoped alongside Sven that she was feeling better. Pattering down…

Polaris Skies: Ch 2

Deck dragged out his hiking bag and bug-out bag and crammed two more sets of clothes into the bottom. Pilfering the back corner of his closet, he located the four-person all-season tent and sleeping bags. Sitting down, he let out a pent-up breath and wiped sweat from his forehead. “Think first, meathead. Grandpa would say…