His name was Jonathan Cormack. He was a teacher in Hudson Bay’s Elementary for over a decade and he never had one student (or parent) ever complain, not even once, about his quality of work. He used to have an extensive collection of origami sculptures (made by his own hand), mostly consisting …
Long time no see, eh? I’m almost halfway there with my third novel, but I’ve been keeping intermittently busy, so I finished writing up “The Exchange” (at least I think I like where it ends and where it might lead). So the complete short story is available at Amazon, it’s enrolled in Amazon Prime, and …
Sousuke pulled down his visor. A freezing gust of wind buffeted against his face suddenly; it made him swivel around like someone had slapped him; he lost his balance and fell on his back. Fresh powdery snow went up in a small silver cloud around him. Fresh snow in Greenland.
“Why did you do it, Frank? Did the rage take over?”
Magistrate Keller sat in a simple metal chair opposite Frank Demeris. There was the slight sheen of pity in his eyes, but he did not dare show it in his voice. It was something only Frank should know. It’d be against appearances if the …
“Will you make up your mind already?”, said the bulky man to the small group of interested though taciturn buyers.
The trio of men wore black, unadorned exo-suits. Optical augmentations of varying quality featured prominently on their faces. They had been meticulously examining the article on sale for what seemed to be an inordinate amount …
It was uncomfortably chilly on the night we saw each other last. I remember the methane snow flakes and the carbon ice, the first time around. The landscape around the Plume had unusually eerie feeling. Even a really long displacement such as the one I was going through now could not approximate the feeling. The …
“Hey, Lem. Pour me another.” The bartender let the glass he was holding flow down freely to the metal bar, and complied with some reluctance. He picked up a plastic bottle very much like the ones used in environment control, opened it and with practiced ease let the fine globules …
A soft brown glow outlined the Wall, its sheer size dominating the horizon. Sigmund was holding on to his spear, surveying the landscape with a pair of digital enhanced binoculars, one of the last few still working. Upstream he could discern Lake Spagelow dry this time of year, again too soon for comfort. Still no …
