Most recently published stories in Futurism.
Absorbing the burn.
Growing up, I often heard the expressions: “Get fired up!”, “Find your spark”, “Bring the heat!”, "Let it burn!" and many others that implied that fire was a good attribute - used to motivate and energize. However, one of the most important cautions we all learnt as kids was… “DON’T PLAY WITH FIRE!”. You can imagine how that would be confusing. Was fire good or bad? Were there more to these underlying burning connotations?
Enchanted and Spellbound by the Moon in Taurus
I'm a Virgo with the Sun in Virgo and the Moon in Taurus. The sign position of the Moon reveals much about our habits, instincts, and innermost needs. Virgo Sun and Taurus Moon is usually a fortunate combination that portrays a worthy and reliable personality.
Why being an Aries Sun, Cancer Moon felt like astrological sabotage
Throughout my whole life, I have felt a constant clash of two competing attitudes. There is a curious pioneer in me with a strong desire to lead people, explore the world and argue about everything. However, I can also feel like a total softie that just wants to nurture others, stay at home and avoid conflict.
A Fish Out Of Water
Have you ever woken up one day and discovered everything you thought you knew was wrong? The Brontosaurus is not a real dinosaur, Pluto is not a planet, and, even though my birthday is April 9, I am not an Aries.
The Witch’s Secret
The young bedraggled witch burst into the forest room inside the huge redwood tree. She beseeched the guardian owls of the Old Witch, her grandmother now deceased. The dozing owls jerked awake.
Every Woman for Herself
When she was a little girl, When she was a little girl, Angelina was curious. The feelings in her brain when she learned something new were sometimes startling, and sometimes too much for her to handle. The upgrades from the academy were in no doubt a helpful toolkit, but nothing was going to stand against her mind. The early years proved difficult, she was a willful child, not one to be dismissed by "I told you so..." She was born on a Wednesday and it was going to be the death of her. She knew this from an early age. Wednesday's child is full of woe. She was no exception. Her father and her uncle had both excelled at academic research, computers, rechargeable batteries, and solar panels. The truth was out there, yet Angelina was hard-pressed to find it.
Dancing to Dust
It was a dry evening at the end of February, year 2029. The sun was beginning a final arc along it’s ecliptic behind the Olympic Mountain Range. Ambient light glowed to life as the sun peaked from its hiding place behind the mountains looking out at life on Earth ninety-three million miles away. An energetic breeze haunted the streets. The occasional flutter of birds chased each other through the air weaving past Alders and Western Hemlocks. Boughs of trees softly swayed to the command of the evening’s chilling winds as car brakes squealed bringing two silhouettes to their destination.
The Mercury Thief
Vee was lifted from his sleep by the sound of his Mother’s heels, knocking on the floorboards downstairs. She was leaving for work. Keys jangled. The front door opened and closed. The click clacking ebbed from earshot. As always, Vee’s first thought was of his Mother, his real mother at least. The only memories he had of her were soft edged. Big thumbs held in small palms. A deep joy heard in a voice not yet understood. The gentle touch of a fingertip on unsullied cheeks. That was the first incarnation of his mother.
An empty light poured down through the darkness, jagged boards biting at its edges, while the dust of a hundred years danced in and out of view across the shadows of the abandoned lair. Puetsuku waivered as the dust began to settle and sat still in the echoing silence until she was clear headed enough to check, “Are you hurt, or are you injured?” A subtle flex of her pose set off aches throughout her body, but none of the sharper alarms that might indicate a break, and she began to relax as she got up and reached for her rucksack. She looked up to gauge how far she had fallen and counted herself lucky. The cave was dark but for the skylight she’d just introduced, and the domed chasm seemed to hold its breath in the beckoning shadows, full of the secrets she’d come here to find, spurred by the clues in that ancient journal which she’d found buried in the foundation of her ancestral home. The lockbox had held only a tomahawk pipe, a ceremonial fan, a crow feather, a pocket watch, a strip of red cloth, and the small black book.
The Crown of Helios
At a cafe in the Barri Gótic, Edgar sat against one of the last remnants of the original Roman wall, tucked in a back room dimly lit and filled with the vaporous sweetness of chocolate and coffee. He stooped over his little black notebook, focusing on one word, one lost utterance that he could almost see among the cosmic junk of his mind. He had been at this same table since the sun rose, had been at this same table each day for months, always staying until siesta.
Then my office door pushed open and she walked in. A tall statuesque blonde with sad, but clever eyes. You can tell so much by looking into someone’s eyes. What was going to be her story?
I May Be A Leo, But I'd Be L͟i͟o͟n͟ If I Said I Felt Like One
I don't mind those who believe in astrology, horoscopes, and all that zodiac jazz. For me personally, though, it's a belief system that's never really sat well with me.