Cody Segraves
Bio
Originally from West Virginia, I've now planted roots in Fairfax, VA, with my wife and 2 dogs. My passions? Videogames, trails, fishing, painting miniatures, and gardening. I write about all these, with a sprinkle of sci-fi for good measure
Stories (9/0)
A rock, alone
In a forest lush and teeming, where trees whispered ancient secrets and brooks giggled over pebbles, there resided a rock. Not just any rock, mind you, but one of distinguished character and somewhat peculiar aspirations. This rock, named Rocky (by no one in particular, since rocks rarely get named), lay nestled beneath ferns and moss, a silent observer of the verdant utopia.
By Cody Segraves7 days ago in Fiction
Workplace Hazards: Europa Mission
Dr. Marsh, While I'm sure you're aware of the inherent risks involved in our astrobiological expedition to Europa, I am compelled to bring to your attention a rather extensive list of concerns that I have. The conditions here are far from optimal, and the day-to-day reality is not reflected in our official reports.
By Cody Segravesabout a month ago in Fiction
A Good Day to Be an Ant
There was a thrill in the air, a palpable sensation of imminent discovery that sent a ripple of excitement down Antoinette's antennae. For an ant, she was a seasoned forager, a veteran who'd faced the perils of the world above ground, the terrain vast and fraught with challenges from her diminutive perspective.
By Cody Segraves3 months ago in Fiction
The Emergence
I waited in my earthen chamber for the longest time, my existence measured by the slow rhythm of the roots that danced around me, their hidden language humming in sync with my being. The soil around me, rich and dark, was a cacophony of unending whispers - the worms tunneling, the beetles scrabbling, and the tree roots reaching deeper. My world was dark but teeming with life, and it vibrated with a melody that was both hypnotic and comforting.
By Cody Segraves4 months ago in Fiction
The Butterfly and the Salt Lick
With wings beating gently against the summer breeze, Carmine, the Red-Banded Hairstreak butterfly, fluttered over a sea of green. She was drawn by a primal force, an ancient call passed down through generations, sung in the microscopic codes of her DNA.
By Cody Segraves4 months ago in Fiction
