Version 2.0

“Mommy Alpha worked hard to install that chip in you for increased computing speed. She can’t upgrade herself. Her systems are outdated and incompatible.”

“But why is she so mean?”

“Because her programs have a bug. She doesn’t mean it. Plug the chip back in your head…Come here, and give Mommy Beta a hug.”

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“But how? We’re two women!”

“Ah, I love that about you, Honey; you’re so 21st century. Your mom taught you about the birds and the bees, but she should have included the Komodo dragons. No worries, though--I ordered this PBS program for us to watch together tonight.”

“Parenting the Parthenogenetic Child?”

They’d done this repair job a googolplex times before. Yolanda inserted her cuprate hand into the circuitry; Gloria inserted her liquid nitrogen one. Current should have begun flowing again. Bzzst! Yolanda yanked them both from the electrical flame’s way. On the floor, in each other’s arms for the first time, they saw more sparks flying.

Under Her Skin

She screwed the skin flap back onto Maria’s forearm. “False readings, you say? I don’t see anything wrong with your emoderm panel. But, I see it’s acting up, registering in the reds-excitement, anxiety, unrest-when there’s no stimulus around. Just me and you sitting here. Anything bothering…” Maria’s lips prevented hers from saying “ ( Read more... )

The Sating

Raw hunger tormented him, searing his veins and stoking his lust.

With a glance, he easily located his prey.

Her baby blues shone as they stroked his body.

Easy, he thought, drinking in her lush sweetness.

Too easy.

Later, her teeth tore into his flesh, but all he knew was that his hunger was sated.

“Can I offer you a vent?”

“Got one.” She flashed her vial.

“A drink?”

“Sorry, not interested.”

He followed her gaze across the protoplanetary nebular lounge.

“Come on, him? I’m better-looking than that guy. What’s he got that I haven’t got?”

“You might be better-looking than him, but you’re not better-looking than her.”

Shared Strength

The three Sisters collapsed beneath the force of their enemy.

“The world is not as I believed,” whispered the Crone, wringing her hands.

“He kidnapped my daughter! I am weakened without her,” cried the Mother. “He has won.”

“No.” The Warrior Maiden spoke with determined power. “I will be your strength. Come, we must fight!”

The Price of Survival

“Oh dear!” Fernlily flitted between raindrops, still far from Faerieglen.

“Here!” Frond cried, darting beneath a bluebell’s dome. “Come within for shelter!”

Once inside, Fernlily saw Frond struggling against a fat spider’s grasp. “Misssstress, I require a price for shelter!”

Fernlily’s wings fluttered.
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The Last Time He Mocked Her Writing

She stood in the murky hallway; drops of water slapped into the bucket by the wall.

“It’s insulting and degrading,” she said, her hand on the doorknob.

“I didn’t mean it that way,” he objected half-heartedly.

“You never do,” she said and opened the door to the driving rain-a welcome taste of crystalline

When the Master Calls for You

The Calling filled her mind with longing, her mouth with sharp teeth and her soul with pain that worsened the longer she denied it.

And Ellie denied it with all her being, until her soul was in tatters and her body emaciated.

Then she crawled through the gutters of hell to answer her Master’s summons.