Category: Short Fiction

Then it came — a blue cloud began to billow from the pool. Within seconds it had swallowed everything: the onlookers, the chemical fruit-stink hanging in the air, the muttered small talk. Silence.

Serhctaws like Martin made a living by looking. But not just looking — seeing.

A split second, a split self. Some things you can’t put back together.

A disorienting descent, a dying memory, and one last ride beneath a jade sun.