“Wow, you’re so small,” said the pink humanoid creature looking at me. It had created eyes for itself and a very primitive nervous system to replicate as many human senses as it could. It had used me as a model but standing here looking at it was nothing like looking into a mirror ( Read more... )

My model number is SAN7-8V/. That’s San-seven, eight-vee-slash. Slashers, they called us. Fierce name for a gang of decorations ( Read more... )

“It was our own fault, you see,” said the queen, “we were given rules and we broke them. The Galactic Council didn’t believe in a ‘three strikes and you’re out’ policy. We had stringent guidelines for inclusion and like the prideful, stupid race that we are, we broke them ( Read more... )

I created warriors ( Read more... )

Humans are crazy. This is a long voyage ( Read more... )

She was barely there. Hair in her eyes, bare feet outdoors in the city, moving slower than everyone else ( Read more... )

Thursday cracks open like an egg. If this was a movie, I’d be the plucky main character, unaware of the impending wacky love affair that was about to come my way ( Read more... )

The aliens landed. They were peaceful. They gave us the keys to the car, so to speak, and we were accepted into a Mount Olympus of old races as varied as they were bizarre. That was six decades ago ( Read more... )

Annette sways forward and for a second it’s like there’s no bonesetter in her bloodstream. She’s languid again. Graceful and alive. Pre-soldier ( Read more... )