Tag: short story

Letters from the Desert – 22 March, 2434

Dear Sarena, So much has happened in the last year. I meant to write to you but words just didn’t come to me. I know nothing that could describe what I’ve been through. It has been amazing. The desert changes…

Letters from the Desert – 21 March, 2433

Dear Serena, Sometimes, I look around to find Fly staring at me; through me even. Sends chills through me. Then Fly will just grin and move on. It’s more disturbing when I wake in the night to find him doing…

Letters from the Desert – 23 Jan, 2433

Dear Sarena, The zone went hot when the Scorpion took exception to one of the new travelers in our happy little caravan. Ze cornered the poor soul against a boulder and refused to let zir rejoin the group. Looked like…

Letters from the Desert – 17 Jan, 2433

Dear Sarena, Turns out Fly’s preferred pronoun is ‘he’. He’s more human than I would have imagined. Said he’s second-gen and was shaped by the Deevas, not the mad scientists. Not sure how I feel about one mad scientist’s experiment…

Letters from the Desert – 15 Jan, 2433

Dear Serena, I learned more about those internal affairs Fly alluded to when I first met him. And why the caravan was so happy to have us go along with them. We encountered another group of Furies; these being less…

Letters from the Desert – 6 Jan, 2433

Dear Serena, We stopped to trade at a small settlement on the edge of the salt plains. It was still desert but that transition zone type where things grow in the red dirt. Fly says there’s more groups up in…

Letters from the Desert – 29 Dec, 2432

Dear Sarena, Turns out these Furies aren’t so bad. Sitting around a campfire at night, swapping war stories, I can almost forget they aren’t human. Even the mine-sweeping rock, though ze doesn’t really say anything.  Fly translates for the others;…

Letters From the Desert – 15 Dec, 2432

Dear Sarena, Jaoquin would have been 27 today. I miss him; it hurts. My chest tightens as it tries to keep my heart from escaping, leaping out of me and off to wherever he is. If there is anywhere to…

Letters from the Desert – 04 Dec, 2432

Dear Sarena, The day I cursed the endless sand and boredom, I met a band of Furies. Be careful what you wish for. I was slow pulling up camp that evening, not looking forward to another night of walking across…