RIVER “So like”—Juliet ran her fingertips over the artificial but comforting woven fabric of her tights, and plucked at an errant red thread that’d made its way onto the black part—“when older guys at family gatherings say ‘where’s my hug’
Unacknowledged Legislators, Remixed (Pt. IV)
RHIANNON AND ARIES Generally Magnolia Promenade was the sort of neighborhood where no one locked their doors; not only because the area had no hooligans, but because it was so far from showing on the collective radar that even the
Unacknowledged Legislators, Remixed (Pt. III)
“Is this the place?” Juliet was standing off to the side of a heavily windowed building, she and the others crowding near a Nickelodeon-slime monstrosity of a pipe. Light trickled from the bar’s floor-to-ceiling windows and was absorbed neatly by
Unacknowledged Legislators, Remixed (Pt. II)
For a moment River allowed their statement to linger, their gravitas settling like dust across the community center meeting room, dust the band wouldn’t dare disturb or breathe in lest the weight bring them down with it. “But first, do
Unacknowledged Legislators, Remixed (Pt. I)
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world. Percy Bysshe Shelley, A Defence of Poetry and Other Essays SIM CREDITS (and the relevant forum discussion):Neala and Rhiannon Avery — IrishSongJuliet Harrison — CitySimmerThora Shinigami (and her cat Lemmy) — VanPelt81Jazz
Eyes Up for the Prophet
Note: Updating either CT or Haunted weekly is rough. For now, please enjoy this short story inspired by last week’s Haunted and a certain old-school sci-fi show! It’s also part of the Monthly SimLit Short Story Challenge. You’ll be able
Garbage & Stalling for Time
This is one of those excuse posts coming in place of the next chapter. It’s also an admission that I’m going to have trouble following a biweekly posting schedule on Catastrophe Theory for the time being, though I’ll still try
Grand Theft (Pt. III)
No sooner had the first Sixamese settlers landed in Oasis Springs than the need for an Earth-Sixam Treaty became apparent. What the Earth authorities had been able to piece together from eyewitness accounts was that a spirited chase had caused
Grand Theft (Pt. II)
Bernard had given Kendra a booklet of 19th century cocktail recipes for her young-adult birthday. It was unassuming, the cover having been designed for practicality rather than charm and the binding having yellowed except in white branches where the ink
Grand Theft (Pt. I)
She was everywhere. The place where his toddler bed used to be. He could look right through the tile and remember the positioning of every irregular spot on that green carpet they had, the one he’d stared at and traced