Short Fiction

This is the last story for this year's working and I think it's a fitting story for Easter Sunday. I hope you enjoyed the stories I managed to post, and thank you to everyone who sent me comments! (And some stories may come back in a longer form!)

I've been listening to a number of HFY (Humanity, f**k yeah!) sci-fi stories on YouTube (look up Starbound HFY), and it inspired this story, which I'm definitely thinking of expanding into a novel.

Author's Note: This story takes place in the Night Church/Loba Hot Springs

"So, Gris, I think the Terran government can come to some arrangement--" The

Bravery is always determined in retrospect. Even for superheroes.

Content Warnings: Forced feminization (of the bad guy), discussion of transphobia and genocide, solitary confinement/prison, implied rape/abuse, revenge. May be cathartic for some, scary for others.

The circlet of electronics came down over her head and the door to the pod

"I made haricot," I said. "What?" "Stew. With beef."

I floated in the mists, not really sure what to do. The scent in the

Science labs are fascinating, especially labs that deal with biological samples. They can also be weird and liminal spaces. You never know exactly what you're going to get from day to day.

Apologies to my skater friends out there if I didn't get the terms quite right. I did look them up, I swear! I did get the California stuff right, though. ;)

"You spent how many dollars on that?" "It was for a good