“Who are you, Jayden?” we asked.
He giggled, then stopped suddenly and said in a hoarse whisper, “I’m not who I should be. Instead of being born the wrong person, I was born not anyone. Just like an artie.”
We weren’t sure what to say to that. Anima sat down cross-legged on the floor. “What do you do?”
He glanced up at Lonnie, then back down at us. “I do what I must, what I have to, what I shouldn’t.”
A new Witches story this week! I present to you the very simply named “Planetfall“:
“Shouldn’t we be moving, Miss Lucia?” Robert asked urgently.
Lucia looked up at him, her pale blue eyes meeting his green ones. “We will go when we go,” she said coldly in a thick accent. Her dirt-smudged face was set.
Robert flinched back slightly, smiled fixed. “O-kay…”
Finally! A new story! Even my wrist won’t hold me down. Less than a week left in the cast!
Before I give the link to the story, though, here’s a big, tacky warning: this story is explicit. It’s dark and includes drugs and sex.
Okay, that’s done.
“Spiral’s End” is a new Transhuman Congress story, and is a step in Lina’s path to her corronation as Empress, mentioned in “Cultivating Progress“. It’s part of the “Rise of an Empress arc, which the other Lina development stories have been moved into.
Continue reading New TC story: Spiral’s End
“I guess it’s my turn now,” drawled Baud Scoli of the mid-Atlantic region. I paid more attention. A stocky, bare-headed woman of middle years, Scoli was notoriously blunt but generally fair, in my opinion.
“I don’t know why the hell we’re all on parade, honestly,” she started. “Conscript the artificials and leave the real people out of it. Done.”
It’s been a couple of weeks since I posted a story. No good excuse other than “what in the hell happened to my life?”. “Ensuring Safety” follows the Transhuman Congress story “Expanding Borders“. It’s probably a good idea to (re)read the first part before jumping into the second part.
I took a deep breath and dialed the number.
“Theodore Sbili?” said a soft voice that — I’d have sworn — chittered. There was something insectoid about the voice, a little click under the words.