Cupid caught the 716 every day across town. And every day it was late. Cupid was never late though, and so day after day, he sat at the bus stop and waited. And while he waited, he would look at the flower shop across the street. A young man worked there. Cupid didn’t know his … More The Man at the Flower Shop
I’m falling. The thought barely entered Sergeant Scrum’s mind as he tumbled, the world spinning round and round. Instead of pavement, he struck a much softer object, bouncing to the side. “Ow!” A man’s voice cried out. Sergeant Scrum extricated himself from the unfortunate who had broken his fall, and checked to make sure his … More Death and Pancakes
Seeing colour is a luxury for the rich. With all the other augmentations and genetic upgrades that had become available over the last century, Jacob guessed it was only a matter of time before they started going the other way. Jacob was born into the lower classes, his colour vision stripped from him before birth. … More Tell Me About Blue
LOG ENTRY 7 A week in the mines and I finally feel I am getting the hang of this. This world could not be more unlike home. And yet, this mine is so much like any other, it is easy to believe at times that I have never left. LOG ENTRY 8 The days of … More What Lies in the Ice
It was around the time the birds started hatching that I knew there was going to be trouble. Despite having to shift premises almost every night, Silk still managed to draw a crowd. We had a new batch of aphids’ honey coming in, and sales on butterfly dust were on the rise. Yes, things were … More Silk and Paper
I walk through fields of brittle stalks, amidst wafting ash and charcoal dust. This cold is dry, and thin, and bleak, and though this sun shines down, its light is empty. This was once a place of life. A place where the air thrummed with birdsong, or the hum of insects, or the rustle of … More Before the Fire Came
Cupid switched off the television and sat staring at the blank screen. First the girl with the braid, then the green hood guy, now this dude in the black leather with all his costumed friends. And here he was thinking archery was a dying art. Bows, it now seemed, stood for something. For justice, or … More Bows Are For Good Guys
There was one body too many in the morgue. Susan checked, then double checked the paperwork, before returning to the unaccounted-for corpse. The only thing worse than a missing body, was a spare one. If her boss found out, she’d be in for it. Biting down on her lip, Susan gave the nameless she a … More Gift on a Gurney
“Let me tell you about the time I took out Carnivorous Carrot single-handedly.” Sergeant Scrum said, taking another swig of his pineapple juice cocktail. “With his single hand, that is.” Mimi Resourceful stared at the blue suited man across the table from her and contemplated if now was the time to try out her new … More The Resourceful Sergeant Scrum
There is a place where dreams and reality blur into a single, pleasure-filled haze. Where the air is thicker than the water, and the water runs with honey. Where there are no rules or limitations, and all pain, pleasure, and paradise bows down in the name of the queen. They call it Silk. Silk was … More Veuve Noir
C. A. Harland 