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Murmurations: The Finale

The ongoing weekly serial concludes. Click here for the introduction,  here for Part 1, here for part 2, here for part 3, here for part 4, here for part 5, here for part 6, here for part 7, here for part 8, and here for part 9.

Murmurations: Part 8

The ongoing weekly serial continues. Click here for the introduction,  here for Part 1, here for part 2, here for part 3, here for part 4, here for part 5, here for part 6, and here for part 7.

Murmurations: Part 7

The ongoing weekly serial continues. Click here for the introduction,  here for Part 1, here for part 2, here for part 3, here for part 4, here for part 5, and here for part 6.

Murmurations: Part 6

The ongoing weekly serial continues. Click here for the introduction,  here for Part 1, here for part 2, here for part 3, here for part 4, and here for part 5.

Murmurations: Part 3

The ongoing weekly serial continues. Click here for the introduction,  here for Part 1, and here for part 2.

Murmurations, Part 1

A New Weekly Fiction Serial Begins

This is the start of a new weekly sci-fi serial running on Wednesdays

Discover A New Sci-Fi Novel in Ten Parts: Murmurations

Serial novels have a long and distinguished history.

Charles Dickens is often credited with popularizing the form, beginning with The Pickwick Papers in 1836, and many other notable authors followed in his footsteps. The Count of Monte Cristo was serialized. So was Uncle Tom’s Cabin and Heart of Darkness. Dostoyevsky wrote a serial novel. So did Tolstoy, Verne, Joyce, Hemingway, Wolfe, and King.

And now, courtesy of Liberty Island, you can add my name to the list.

New Halloween Fiction: Worst Afterlife Ever

I thought I had a good survival plan.

It seemed like such a good idea. Head out of the deathtrap dense urban Philadelphia at the first word of zombies in New York. Head into the mountains around the Shenandoah Valley, but head to the depopulated Centralia area instead of someone’s over-priced AirBnB property.

There were shrines in the area that had basic tourist amenities like bathrooms, so I could fill up with water. There were abandoned buildings for shelter. Yet it had almost no one living there because of the evacuation. Because of the fire hazard, no one else would go there.

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Minutes after Tonick disappeared, I shrink back into my alley and turn my face toward the brick wall, tucking my chin behind my black leather collar as the Corp officer floats by on his hover bike. I pull the bandana a little lower over my forehead.

I have the shakes, and my heartbeat thunders in my ears. No matter how many times I swallow, my throat stays dry. I can’t let the robos see my hair. That’s the giveaway, and then GenCor would know to scoop me up, too.

The caught don’t come back.

Tonick’s words echo in my brain, and I smooth my hand over my scalp. Damn.

My starfish-hair has grown so much already. The ends are longer than the kerchief, peeking out like neon signs to anybody who wants to collect a sizeable bounty.

New Fiction for Halloween: The Grey Men

Logan casually glanced at the grey man in the corner. No one else in the room saw it, but he knew it was there. It slowly traced a path through the room, soaking up the sparks and noise the last child in the room had left. Logan looked down at his own hands. His medication was wearing off. He wouldn’t leave a scent or trail after that.

The doctor was waiting for him to give him his attention. “Logan, is there something you want to tell me?”

“No.”

“Do you know why you’re here?”

“You want to change my medication again.”

“Do you understand why we need to do that?”

 

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