He was known by the archers as Horsekiller.
(A/N: I posted the original version of this story back in 2017, in answer to a challenge I gave readers to give me an unlikely prompt. The prompt I received was "A piece of civilization in an utterly absurd place (like a vending machine in the sewers or something)". The story ended up growing to … Continue reading The Sofa In The Lake – Revamped
So for anyone who saw my last update and was like, "Man, what brought her out of the woodwork all of a sudden?", I can now with full confidence share my EXCITING NEWS: I have sold my first short story to an honest-to-goodness Ezine!!! My story Standing With Centaurs will be coming out in the Summer … Continue reading RB – My First Published Story!
When the neighbors found out I was building a woman, the mocking began. Lonely old coot. Disturbing. Clever. Admiration or disgust varied by personality and taste. Distant relatives, whether by blood or stagnant relationship, suddenly needed to express their opinion as I sculpted her chassis and crafted her limbs. I ignored them. They had never … Continue reading Flash Fiction – “The Old Man’s Robot”
“You can’t do it!” Arthur screamed, straining at his bonds.
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“Eggs.” I poked more grass off the nest, observing the mottled blue orbs impassively.
Sergeant Bruce T’shano leaned over my shoulder, his furry ears silhouetted against the blue sky. “Y’up. Th—se a’re eggs,” he replied, equally impassive.
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“Get back here, you stupid animal!”
The calf dashed out from under Greg’s arms for the eleventh time, heedless of his yelling. Greg hurled his rope halter after it, exhausted and ticked off. He was going to kill that little bonehead.
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“You really need to learn how to relax, Dennis,” Patricia said, standing knee-deep in a swamp full of killer plantlife.
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It was always a pain understanding Bruce over the radio. “Can you repeat that, Sergeant?” (Click to continue reading.)