Attend. Captain Yazoshea, on his daily whirlwind tour through the ratty shoebox drugstore under his bunk, finds a placid serenity in the embrace of the umbilical duty of mankind on the frontier. His fingers bleed from razor molestation - a side effect, perhaps intentional, of the routine rummage. He finds, without looking, a wooden child's … Continue reading God Has a Monster Face
Ludwig took the short route down the toilet. With his pants around his ankles and holding the stump of his left arm, he took a long dive through the vines and into yesterday's paper. "He's a dirtbag, a commie, a shite," she says - she being her, the one, the all, the wretch. Ludwig took … Continue reading Enter the Ampersand
I have come of age but the sky looks no different. My body feels the same. It doesn’t feel like I’ve crossed this phantom threshold that everyone tells me is so important. Today I cast my vote for the first time in my life. There are always two candidates. My vote should be based on … Continue reading Lift and Deposit. Thank you.
Yesterday, I was a liar and a thief. Yesterday, I was young and foolish. Yesterday, I was overweight and unhappy. Yesterday, I was tied to anxieties and my depression, not the other way around. Yesterday, I was a small tree. Yesterday, I was me. Today, I am a liar and a thief. Today, I … Continue reading Here Truths a Liar; There Gives a Thief
I've not revisited this one in a long time. I'm feeling the itch though--the story here is just too good not to tell, though this first bit just scratches the surface. This is the first real novel I began working on. Portions of it go back to ideas I threw down shortly after graduating back … Continue reading Replacement Parts -Excerpt
I should be writing more. I found this abandoned in the dark. It has a gooey center. --- When Secondary Technician Blaise Traylor landed his Ulysses Mining Corporation ship on the surface of the asteroid, he had expected to find a malfunctioning or immobile android unit waiting for him. The small structure that served as … Continue reading Wednesday Somewhere
Damon is a colony kid, one of the many dancing in dusty coveralls under the protective dome above us all. These children have no worries. Their parents are scientists: astrobiologists, geologists, chemists, engineers, meteorologists. Their parents have built this colony on this tiny moon, and toil endlessly to keep it running, to keep it growing, … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: The Rapacious Mister Giles