Words and Worlds by Carl Bystrom
Magical Thinking for Androids and Other Future Beings
Science fiction stories
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When the lines are drawn and the walls go up, the edges will blur.
In a country torn apart at the seams, a family fractures in the shadow of the ever expanding Border War.
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Reading Time: 4 minutes
Davis surfaced slowly. The previous day’s trauma had knocked him deep into a dreamless slumber he felt reluctant to exit. His eyelids clung together, sticky with dust from the cave, and he levered himself onto one elbow before prying them open enough to survey the cavern. Light poured from the entrance, casting his shadow across Chisholm’s empty bag.
“Good morning!” Davis shouted, relaxing and reclining again. Silence. “Hey Chiz!” He tried louder. “What’s for breakfast?!” Continue reading “Ricocheted #writephoto”
Reading Time: 4 minutes
“Davis?” His voiced dropped to a whisper. Davis wasn’t in the cave. “Where the hell did you go?”
Chisholm turned in a slow circle. The cylinder tucked under his arm illuminated the empty floor around him. His sleeping sack and shoulder bag had vanished along with his companion. Continue reading “This is Not Okay #BlogBattle”
Reading Time: 5 minutes
“I’m stuck,” Davis groaned. “And I can’t see anything….”
“That’s ’cause your big ass is blocking the light.” Chisholm twisted the top of the cylinder he was holding and a glow illuminated the rocky floor in a dim circle around his feet. He let out a sigh. Continue reading “Gravity Well #writephoto”
Reading Time: 6 minutes
“So much for retirement,” Chisholm grumbled. The hum grew louder on the other side of the bay doors. “This was supposed to be a small town on the dark side of a tiny planet circling a quiet little star…” He heaved a duffel into the open rear hatch of the tug. “But no.” He scanned the bay for other vital possessions, walked to the corner and picked up two photoelectric cylinders and a tank of propane. “First, I lose my damn ship to an evil blonde ex-Marine, then I get caught in a fucking apocalypse.”
Rain began pattering on the metal roof. First just a few drops, then a few more, heavier, then the shower began in earnest. Except he knew it wasn’t rain. Continue reading “Clutch Your Buttocks and Keep Walking”
Reading Time: 2 minutes
“Tell me about your home.”
“Nazarai?” Azi queried back, knowing it wasn’t the answer she wanted.
“No,” Meredith responded, “your true home.”
Azi, compelled by the magics woven through their bones, would always give Meredith what she wanted. “I was born on a water moon.”
Meredith raised her eyebrows. “Island dwellers?”
“No islands,” Azi said. ”Not that I can recall. Just water. My tribe were nomads. Pirates, maybe. I was taken before my tenth turn so my memories are vague.” Continue reading “The Entire Sea #microfiction”
Reading Time: 4 minutes
“You peer too deep,” Azi whispered.
Brushed by her companion’s breath, goosebumps rose on Meredith’s neck and cascaded down the right side of her body. The smooth fabric of her flight suit tantalized her alerted skin, sending a shiver through her bones. Continue reading “Patterns”
Reading Time: 2 minutes
“Damn,” Meredith’s disappointment felt unwarranted. She’d noticed the signs even before shuttling to the surface, but they’d made the descent anyway. This wasn’t the debris of a Solar swarm. Something other than those bastard Locusts had destroyed this world.
“Not what we were looking for?” Azi chimed, their tone knowing. Continue reading “Bad Air #writephoto”