Glenn Rudolph
Bio
A biologist and forest firefighter in southeast Australia.
Stories (5/0)
Through the Door
“Public Servitor Officer Civic Transit 904206M, network check. Please acknowledge. Please ack-" Tsszt CHKK!! It’s dark. Not just the absence of light, dark. Like the absence of anything dark. There aren't even the scarlet electromagnetic interference patterns I get when they turn off my visual sensors for maintenance.
By Glenn Rudolph2 years ago in Fiction
Iron Eye
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” she said her voice low, the intonation on “always”. The Alchemist Mierielle bint Icaros ibn Daidalos often spoke with a roughness that didn’t match her tall, lithe frame. The statement hung in the air, like a wisp of smoke floating on a still morning. What was I supposed to do with that? So, I swallowed the bait. I probably should have been paying more attention, although to be fair it wasn’t until much later it became clear what she was up to.
By Glenn Rudolph2 years ago in Fiction