Most recently published stories in Futurism.
Emerald Eyes and Golden Hoards
“Your father never told you that he was a dragon?” “A what?” She chalks her calm, collected tone, even in the midst of the most bizarre statement to the fact that she is still processing her father’s death. She is still processing it, and the man’s funeral being less than six hours ago hasn’t made it any easier. So not only does she chalk her tone up to the somber occasion, but also the statement.
Pisces: The Empath of the Zodiac
The Sun sign in one's natal chart represents vitality, individuality and creative energy. My sun sign is the last of the zodiac calendar. The empathetic Pisces. At best, Pisces are known for their generosity, high emotional intelligence, and creative natures. At worst, Pisces can be impressionable, overly sensitive, and secretive. Even though looking at the whole natal chart gives a much clearer picture of the individual, some people like myself are closely aligned with their Sun sign.
First things first. My sign of course is an Aquarius. We are known to be extremely progressive, intelligent, idealist, unique, and above all else independent. My elemental sign is Air, to me, that means we cannot be tamed or controlled. We live freely always, although we are very logical creatures. We are also known to be eccentric and we are known for our unusual hobbies and nonconformist attitude aside from being known for loving deeply, allowing people to experience the best of both worlds always, we are extremely creative people, sarcastic, and we definitely are not good liars. Some of our weaknesses are said to be that we run from emotional expression, we are temperamental and uncompromising.
A fortuitous breeze fanned Vincent’s shoulder-length hair as he sat down on a rock to rest. The hiking trail had guided him up the side of a long hill, and between the day’s sun and the incline he’d begun to sweat.
Little Black Book
He was not a bad husband, but Asha did not love him. Nor he, her. She was a child in his eyes. He an old man to her. She was grateful. She bore him no ill-will. In marrying her he had saved her from a life of slavery after her family’s treason. Asha was treated well but paid little mind. She had no business in the courts. Her Lord already had an heir, betrothed. Asha wasn’t even a figurehead.
TIDE IN TIME
It’s low tide on the bay, and because no bodies have washed up for a week, Grace is allowed to play on the slip of beach beneath our dock. We have maybe an hour before the tainted waves cover the sand and stairs.
For the first time in her life, Jeannie had a 20,000 dollars cheque in her purse. Just the right amount to clear all her debts to make a fresh start with a clean slate. She was sure of not having a relative to leave her such an amount, but when the lawyer handed the cheque, she couldn't do anything but accept it. Freddie didn't know that. He didn't have to know. After leaving the lawyer's office, she quickly ran there not to make him suspect anything.
"The Empty Heirloom"
A man stands before a mountain of ash and burnt timber. His head bobs. “It’s a sad day for those who knew the Livingstone family. Recently, Gertrude Livingstone died, and now, behind me, is what’s left. The mansion went up in flames during the night, the cause? A misplaced cigarette. Numerous bodies have been found and identified. The investigation continues as the whereabouts of Natalia Livingstone remains a mystery.”
The Sad Clown of the Zodiac
Into the world we enter into a sea of uncertainty. The harsh world is a shock from the comfort of floating in the womb. Spending our time wiggling our toes and rocking to sleep to unpredictable movement and distant sounds.
The Blacktop Beggar
5 on 1. They were bigger, stronger, nastier. I wasn’t walking out of here. Not with the cash. Likely not even with my life. They had me cornered.
Awoke In an Irradiated World
[August 19, 2055] A cloudy, humid day, the stuffy air was an account of the heavy rain from the previous night and the depressing drizzle the following morning. A man and a woman sat on a bench outside the door of a funeral home. The man was 5’9, wore a dark gray suit, with dirty blonde hair, and carried a rather depressed look in his eyes. The woman who sat beside him was a 5’3 ginger with glasses who wore a knee-high black dress and observed him with concern.
I Can Be More Than This
The air crackles as our magic rubs against each other. I flick my wrist to slide the circle of onlookers back a few more feet. Don't need any casualties. Ilene looks at my display of power and I could feel her shrink inside a little though she smiles that infuriating smile back at me and flips her hair over her shoulder. She's been hiding from me in plain site for days. Mirrored as a local girl. Looks like Ilene Wiseman in every way but when her eyes meet mine I know nothing remains of Ilene’s spirit. Just a parasite from the depths of hell.