short story

Sycorax knew she wasn’t dead. Not yet. If she had been she wouldn’t feel this way. If she were truly dead, she would’ve been deprived of her senses. Death was not an experience so much as an end to all experiences. So she must have been dreaming. That was the only explanation for this…...

Starlin dreamed of Jerrilek, on the day it all began. The beach stretched out like a white ribbon before him, waves lapping lazily at the shore, washing pools of blood out to sea in crimson streaks. Yet there were no bodies. Apparently he didn’t remember the dead bounty hunters left strewn...

Part I can be read here. Albrecht would have followed the fleeing figure, had the heart monitor not blared an alarm. The king had flatlined. “Get help!” he exclaimed. While Giselle ran off to do as he bid, he pulled back the blankets covering King Horace. There was no blood nor any visible...

Refugee Camp Thesh, Ukatis It was late when Albrecht finally sat down to dinner. The crowd had thinned by then, leaving a few empty chairs at the foldout tables in the mess. He grabbed a foil-wrapped ration and took a seat. The ration had a smell reminiscent of dog food and a freeze-dried...

A group of vagrants clustered around a fire, craving its heat. At first, Kai kept his distance from them, but it was hard to stay away. After several days spent alone in his makeshift shelter, his peculiar addiction to the memories of others was almost painful, filling him with a persistent...

"The Jedi were supposed to be peace keepers, defenders of the weak and harbingers of justice. Unfortunately, they had strayed from that path, so I strayed from them. Daughter, I encourage you to do the same." It was high noon. The maple trees lining the edges of the pathway offered little shade...

Persis Solusar ran as fast as she could. The splinters of crushed twigs were driven into the heels of her bare feet with every step, but this did nothing to slow her pace. She had to reach her destination before dawn or all hope was lost. Like so many others living in Nezamiyeh, she had heard...

On a temporary platform in the middle of a deserted public venue, a girl was on her hands and knees. Clutching a brush with rough synthetic bristles in her right hand, she scrubbed the panels in vigorous circular motions, using her left hand to prop herself up whenever she had to lean especially...

Shortly before the events of "Spirit of Adoption"... *** It was a dark and stormy night, like all evenings on Dromund Kaas. Rain pelted the windows of Tower Vandiir, droplets gathering together and running in rivulets down the glass. Artificial lighting kept the twilight at bay without giving...

For a Friday night, the club wasn’t as packed as it usually was. There was still plenty of noise and activity to induce a headache in all but the heavily inebriated, but it all felt muted compared to the usual level of overstimulation. Dr. Raehith Daanruano sat at the bar, his claws idly...