Observations of The Urban Spaceman

The halls of residence are silent, save for the small noises of the other Acolytes sleeping soundly. The quiet snores. The fitful turns. The creak of Alovis's bed as he rolls...

His hunger was a wildfire burning within his belly, its flames licking hungrily at his thoughts. The fire wasn't doused by the sight of Coira MacDermott bathed pale in the moonlight,...

Theo kicked out at a stray stone, sending it bouncing along the sidewalk. It bounced three times, then went plink! as it struck a post driven into the Stukers' lawn. Yard Sale.

"But I'm tired of the doll house. I want to play on the rocking horse." Alexander's complaint reached Maria as she crossed the midpoint of the stairs. The creak of the ancient...

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Emporium was quiet for a Saturday night, but then, it tended to attract a lot of Espers. Dunno why. Maybe they like the music. Maybe they like that the bar staff...

The docks smelt bad even at the best of times, but as she tottered down the wooden pier on her stupidly high heels, Detective Kitty Salva tried not to pull her...

"Tell us a story, Grandpa!" Talia begged. Her cry was picked up by the other children in the flock, a chorus of voices demanding entertainment.

Adorned with a crown of jewels, she sat regal on her throne, watching the comings and goings of her subjects below.

Pussycat lay draped over the side of the rowboat, her paw trailing listlessly in the water. Every few minutes a fish would swim up to examine the ripples, only to dart...