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The human parents seemed especially attached to their offspring, and the agreed exchange weighed on them more than it ought to, given the opportunities. Terix had kept his shield up in case the outbursts turned on him, but the mother and father seemed more lost than aggressive, like a ship without navigation controls.
She let him dress in silence in front of the mirror. Aaron tried not to inspect too closely at the grey in his curls of black chest hair, or the paleness of his freckles, or the dark circles under his eyes. When was the last time he’d gone out into the proper sun? Not the UV baths, but outside? On instinct, he turned to look over the ‘windows’, but his only view was a computer-generated screen of an unblemished blue sky.
“And this thing is supposed to talk in hieroglyphics to her?” Cyrus asked, holding the little microphone up to the light.
“Hieroglyphs,” said the Egyptologist. Mister Brown, something? Or was it Green?
Something about the air was off. That was the first thing I noticed. I blinked up to light, slightly too bright, my arms folded over my chest where I lay. I looked down. Why had my bandages been removed? Did it not work? I flexed my fingers. Turned my hands over in front of me….
Greetings, fellow readers! Here’s a quick-fire list of the recent books I’ve read (in a range of genres), with recommendations and honourable mentions.
Apocalypses didn’t happen every day, but once they got started, they had this annoying habit of going about their business.
Those who exercised reasoning were the first to go, followed by fans of survival shows (they believed they understood the wilderness, having never left the confines of their paved-and-plastered twenty-fourth-floor apartments and most ended up eating the wrong type of mushroom in the first week). The hoarders did all right, at least for the first while. And the jerks? They made it all the way to the end, because nature loved adding a thorn to a rose bush. It turned out that at the end of the world, those CEOs who couldn’t convert a Word document into a PDF did just fine in a dog-eat-dog-eat-rat-eat-human society.
Devon half jumped out of her snowsuit in her shock. She’d been too trapped in her own thoughts to hear the crunching of boots. She eyed the small figure in a thin winter coat. The boy didn’t even have gloves or a toque on. His cheeks and nose were bright red and probably frostbitten. “It’s freezing out here. Where are your parents?”
An unexpected, whirlwind romance takes two young men on a road trip across Europe. One struggles to come out to his family while the other holds onto a burden from his past. A fateful car accident on a rainy Swiss road changes both their lives forever.
A short story about an experimental physicist who spontaneously creates an extradimensional portal while on a date.
A white figure moved in his periphery.
He froze. Blinked furiously.
It was just the white curtain, hanging limp and moth-eaten over the window. Blast it. You’re an educated man, Arthur Bainsworth. Stop jumping at imagined ghosts.