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My short story, Hybrid, has been published in Issue#5 of Black Girl Magic Lit Mag. This issue, dubbed the 2017 All SciFi Issue, invited stories with the theme New Year, New Worlds.
Hybrid takes place in the not-so-distant future. Humanity is beginning to branch out into the solar system and one aspiring astronaut is about to catch a glimpse of what’s waiting for us out there in the universe when she confronts a monstrous ghost of the American space program’s past.
The story is set at the Kennedy Space Center in Cape Canaveral, Florida. Although I do plan on going there someday, I must admit that I’ve never been to Cape Canaveral, much less the Kennedy Space Center. As such, great liberties were taken with Geography and History in the writing of this story.
Try as I may, I can’t quite recall what inspired this particular story but Ray Bradbury’s Dandelion Wine keeps coming to mind so maybe I was reading that book at the time. In any case, I thoroughly enjoyed working on Hybrid and I hope that readers will enjoy it too.
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“The Lore of Hegira” includes the series of short and serial stories about certain denizens of a ship named Hegira.
Hegira is a behemoth, home to thousands of sapient alien races. The ship of legend, left behind by a nearly extinct race of beings called Starchasers, is a powerhouse barreling across galaxies. Many seek to take control of the leviathan, but to rule this ship, one must control her pilot.
Bex Atria is many things. Violent. Human. Mercenary. She is one of two billion sapient beings living aboard Hegira, a wandering world of horror and boundless beauty. Bex has lived in the slums of Hegira all her life. She’s done it all. She’s seen it all. Nothing can surprise her. Sumida is everything Bex isn’t. She is soft-spoken. Inhuman. Sheltered. She’s about to turn Bex’s world upside down.
Laila sets out across the galaxies alone, in search of the ultimate trump card to help her to wrest control of the leviathan ship, Hegira from those who would seek to steal her ancient birthright. Laila’s pride and passion war with love, fear and her inferiority complex caused by her luminous rival and soul twin, Sumida.
Sumida is accompanied by the mercenary, Bex Atria and an alien named Klang. Her survival will depend on three things: dumb luck, Bex’s talent for weaseling out of a sticky situation and Klang’s penchant for secretly murdering anything that threatens the well-being of his beloved Bex.
I’ve made a new website to share all my Spec Fic webserials and free short fiction in one place.
The site is www.specfics.com
The following stories are ongoing:
What if you could hop across dimensions? Would you spend fifty years slumming it in a backwater world where few believe in magic or even the multiverse? Would you befriend a vampire because he happens to be the doppelganger of your dead child? Helioselene is a wayfarer, descended from a clan of transdimensional nomads. Her stolen peace on earth is shattered by an attempt of her life, closely followed by the arrival of her estranged husband, Charls. He brings devastating news. Someone is killing wayfarers–Helioselene’s kin, to be precise.
Cassandra Baron is a god. She’s got the awesome powers to prove it. Too bad they can’t keep her out of trouble.
This is the SEQUEL to Slumfairy and Starchaser! In this story, Sumida is accompanied by the mercenary, Bex Atria and an alien named Klang. Her survival will depend on three things: dumb luck, Bex’s talent for weaseling out of a sticky situation and Klang’s penchant for secretly murdering anything that threatens the well-being of his beloved Bex.
Dorian, wayward prince of Avanu, has a very important mission. He is transporting secret intelligence but can’t seem to remember to whom or why. Torrin, humble servant of Avanu, thinks that there’s more wrong with Dorian than being a little messed up in the head.
When I set out to do NaNoWriMo this year, I wasn’t sure how far I would get with my story. I certainly didn’t expect said story to rapidly escalate and end way under 50 thousand words. I went with the flow, quit NaNoWriMo, and spent the rest of November editing and polishing the story. The result is my newly published novelette, Sea Witch Song.
Sea Witch Song
Tarah Jackson died at sea. Her secret lover, Uma Brown, attends the funeral with no choice but to bottle up her grief. At Tarah’s wake, a drunken fisherman claims that Tarah was killed by a monster from the deep. Late that night, while the other fishermen who witnessed Tarah’s death drink and wrestle with memories of the monstrous encounter about which they dare not speak, Uma Brown takes a bottle of rum and her fiddle to the sea. There she plays a song raw with grief. She lets the tears fall free. She drinks from the bottle, cries out the heavens, and curses the sea. Along comes the monster from the deep.
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Somber men in charcoal suits carried the empty casket. Uma watched, stricken, as they lowered it into the gaping hole beneath the sycamore tree. That crowd that had gathered was silent, many still struggling to come to grips with the reality that had brought them all together in this moment. Tarah Jackson had died at sea. Jasmin Island’s beloved daughter had fallen overboard during a storm ten days earlier and presumably drowned in the crushing embrace of violent waves. Now, with no body to bury, her family was holding the service in the cemetery behind the old Baptist church.
Indifferent to the scene unfolding below them, raucous seagulls shrieked, swooping across the sky. The breeze buffeting against the church building carried the salty scent of the sea mingled with the earthy sweetness of sugar cane from farms far afield. The grass was springy, the ground still moist from rain two hours earlier. The afternoon sun was obscenely bright. It was far too fine a day for a funeral.
~ Sonnet ~
Dust We Become
When wither winds fell our brittle towers
And come the dread horsemen, devoid of mirth
trampling to dust the ill-fated flowers,
Misery descends upon the cold earth;
When dark are the angels, fallen from grace
To ashes they burn our earthly treasures
And if all hope is lost without a trace
Will we remember life’s simple pleasures?
Though the aging star bows lowly to weep
And cruel cold cuts the last living breath
Till sinks the last child, deep down into sleep
We speak not of this lonely planet’s death;
Until the bell gongs, for our time has come
When bone turns to stone and dust we become.
~ Free Verse ~
The blood of gods
rains down upon the kingdom fallen
and the ravaged rock
wobbles to weave her cemetery dance;
No sentries guard
the ghostly ships sheltered in the
arms of somber skeletons
of long abandoned hangars;
propels the unmanned war dogs
sharpening their tungsten teeth
upon the shattered ruins;
Dust forgets flesh,
salt forgets the sullen sea,
and the ravaged rock
wobbles to weave her cemetery dance.