Darcy A. S. Thornburg
The Best Fantasy Series Out There
The best fantasy series out there isn’t fantasy at all; it just looks like it. The best fantasy series out there is Anne McCaffrey’s Dragonriders of Pern. Sounds like fantasy, right? I mean, there are dragons in the title; how much more fantastical can you get? But it’s not. What is it really? It’s science fiction masquerading as fantasy.
My homes are many and varied. There’s the obvious one where husband, wife, and daughter all dwell. My brother is nearby.
Working Hard for Justice
I really do love my job. What do I do? Well, my “official” title is owner/scopist/proofreader. I can hear the questions already. “What’s a scopist?” Well, I’ll tell you.
An Encounter at the Orchard
Miriam walked to school every day. No, it wasn’t often snowing. No, there weren’t uphill stretches both ways. No, she didn’t have to walk there in her bare feet. She simply walked to school because school was within a reasonable walking distance of her home. She loved walking to school—and walking home, but that wasn’t as nice because sometimes the sun had already set by the time she passed the orchard.
“So you’re the new kid, huh?” Gemma said to the shy girl next to her as they walked to school. “I’m Gemma.” “Tilly,” came the quiet reply.
The lights went out. As they came back on again, Zach Standsfield sighed. That was the third time this shift. Resigned to the fact that he would not be reading any more of the latest thriller published on Alpha Centaurii anytime soon, he pushed off the covers and padded through the dim, green glow of the emergency lights, making his floaty way to the corridor hatch.
The Bull and the Bullshit
Half of this story is true. The other I made up. I’ll let you guess which is which. When I was in my teens, we lived in a house on a hill that sloped down sideways. At the back, a farmer’s land abutted ours. At the time, he had cows as well as fowl, and he would sometimes bring us eggs and fresh milk. Those were some good times.
Many among the crew of Colony Transport Daedalus were angry when Chief Hydroponics Officer Sylvos insisted on planting marigolds from seeds he’d brought with him on the journey in with the fruits and vegetables. “They’re a waste of crop space,” they said. “What good is a pollinator plant when you’re pollinating artificially anyway?” they asked.