Colin O'Neal Sammons
Stories (3/0)
They Called Me Angel
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Whoever said that obviously wasn’t a telepath, and certainly wasn’t an Ansible-Neurologically-Linked Commanding Officer in the Terran Marines. Whether in space or in atmosphere, it doesn’t matter. The boys scream when they die, and I hear them.
By Colin O'Neal Sammons2 years ago in Fiction
Theodore's Skin
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Until I was ten, we raised wyverns. Before that it was griffins, but they were all gone long before I was born. When I was nine, we lost the wyverns to the turning. That was a bad year. Most of the ranches with mortgages were foreclosed. We owned our family’s ranch free and clear, but still there was no work to do, no money to spend, and nothing in the valley to spend it on. Businesses closed and people moved away. Late at night, when Ma and Pa thought I couldn’t hear, they talked about where we might have to go and what we’d do next.
By Colin O'Neal Sammons2 years ago in Fiction