I'm on stage, in front of the crowd, and performing a solo. It’s a piece by Yiruma, and though I don't quite have his energy, I know the piece by heart and I'm sailing through it. I hit the notes as he would, soar and fall and ride the music, and I think - no, I know - I'm playing just as well as I've ever been, my fingers dancing across the ivory ( Read more... )

She pivots, weightless, and then springs off of the bulkhead behind her. The red lights are flashing through the ship, and in some corner of her mind, she wonders at the rotational cycle of the twirling. She quickly ignores it, though, focusing on the more pressing matter: not dying ( Read more... )

He dips his pen in the inkwell one last time, once, twice, before finally writing the words, Love, Sam. Then he blows on the paper, watching the ink settle, and finally folds it up, slipping it into an envelope which he places in his jacket ( Read more... )

There are mathematical patterns in everything; even us, I say, as crazy as that sounds. And I know she's the one because she laughs when I say that, and kisses me on the cheek.

But I mean every word, every phrase, and I believe it in the same way that I believe the proofs that my work is founded on. She doesn't see it, yet, but I do.

-We met for ( Read more... )

Our advance scout met in theirs in the space beyond the Kuiper belt ( Read more... )

Even now, it is a knife stabbing, pushing, twisting. A wrenching, gut-churning phantom pain, one that I suspect will never fade ( Read more... )

They sleep uneasily, tossing and turning as they have nightmares of the waking world, nightmares which pursue them even in their rest. Every so often, one of them wakes, shifting and shuddering, and I kneel beside the lad to reassure him that all is safe and the enemy is not yet at our gates ( Read more... )

Let me paint you a picture, dear reader, of the world as it exists today ( Read more... )

In our dreams, we fight these battles again and again, and make the invaders pay for every drop of blood that they've spilled ( Read more... )

They say that with hindsight, you should be able to see the stress lines, the miniature fractures, the spiderweb of cracks ( Read more... )