Agnes thought she was gardening. She had no idea she was, in fact, entangling herself in a capital P Prophecy. The only entanglement she was thinking about was the patch of wild roses that refused to respect her carefully maintained borders. So when she pricked herself on a particularly aggressive thorn, she just stuck her thumb in her mouth for a second and went on clipping at errant vines.
She didn’t notice the man in the tall pointy hat and flowing purple robes until he cleared his throat in a rather put-upon way.Read More »
They became stars first, this generation of young, driven adventurers, motivated by unknown forces to run to the edges of their world and discover what lay beyond the horizon. They were infants who crawled early, toddlers who didn’t fear busy streets, and teenagers who ran away from home rather than submit to curfews. They grew up smart and curious and brave, and when WanderLust Mechanical, Unlimited unveiled its first public space transport–the Destination Unknown–tickets were gone within minutes. The media wanted to know all about these young men and women who felt so compelled to travel the universe.Read More »
“Sir, the results from the latest survey have come in.”
“And? Don’t leave me wondering, Jones. Is it working?”
“It would appear so, sir. Even taking our margin of error into account, it’s clear the numbers are up.” Jones glanced at the report before continuing, “Twenty-one percent of the middle grade students questioned state they wish to travel to space to become a star. That’s up from sixteen percent last time.”Read More »
The sun sank low behind the distant hills, plunging Coraline’s apartment into darkness. Shadows crawled from the corners and draped themselves around the furniture. In the bathroom, the drip-drip-drip of the pedestal sink kept time, but her thoughts refused to fall into any sort of rhythm.Read More »
From the outside, where her family and friends sat on stiff chairs and watched her breathe to the mechanical rhythm of the equipment keeping her alive, Michelle looked still and lonely. They mourned the freedom she lost when she stepped off the curb into the path of an unsuspecting taxi.Read More »
The river slides by,
She sits on a rock,
no, a boulder,
and fear.Read More »
Melly’s father lacked ambition.
Melly’s mother frowned her little frown and swatted at Melly’s hand whenever Melly said this.
“He’s an artist,” her mother would say. “He has a different perspective on the world.”Read More »