Well readers, if you hadn’t noticed, I haven’t posted in a few days. Having just finished school, I’m rather burnt out, and need a break! The site has been fun, and may resume in the future. For now, though, it’s time for a rest. I hope you’ve enjoyed these 3 years of stories; I hope you explore the archives for some of the oldies, and do comment on your favourites!

And so, in a classic ending…



A Quick Run

Kelly was born with her legs in motion.

At age 5, she was hurrying all about the house, occasionally outrunning her parents.

Ate age 10, she was on the track and field team. She competed against middle schoolers, and won.

At age 20, she was in the Olympics.

At age 21, she was in physiotherapy.

At age 22, she was in a wheelchair.

At age 23, she was at home, wondering what to do.

End of an Age

Ryan stared at his computer screen, thinking. He frowned, considered, then stood.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Ryan said. “I have an important pronouncement.”

He waited while his coworkers and superiors pulled themselves away from their computers, exited their offices, and gathered to listen.

When he had everyone’s attention and the room was quiet, Ryan said, “We have reached the end of the information age. It’s been a fast death, this age, but truly, with the state of the internet, we can no longer call ourselves informed. While information is available – as was art and literacy in the middle ages – it is drowned in a sea of drivel.

“And the people sharing, spreading this drivel outweigh the spread of good ideas and intellectualism. Indeed, after crunching the numbers over the past few months, ‘How to Beat Measles Through Will Power and Alfalfa Sprouts’ so outpaced ‘Vaccines Don’t Cause Autism’ as reading material online that I think it’s safe to say we have entered a new dark age.

“Kindly remember where you were, and the things we strive for in our former educated society. Please, as we descend into chaos and anarchy, look out for your friends and neighbours.

“And remember, ladies and gentlemen, that it will end. The last age was short, not even a hundred years. Not even fifty, really. This, too, shall pass.”

Ryan sat, and his coworkers disbanded, off to think or discuss. Ryan returned to his computer and began hoarding information he thought should survive.

End of the Line

“Goooooood afternoon ladies and gentlemen. Captain Davison here on your friendly mode of transit, the W.S.S. Low Prices. Thank you for flying the frugal space. Co-pilot Doshi and I are pleased to announce that we will be landing on Mars’ surface early tomorrow morning. In preparation for that, the cabin lights will be dimming early this evening, around seven o’clock. We hope you’ve all been to the gym regularly to prepare for the return to gravity.”

Pamela grunted in her seat and glanced to her right. David’s face was pale, and he scrambled for his seat belt to join the lengthening line up for the gym.

“We’re hopeful things will go smoothly tomorrow, but we would ask that you put on your safety harnesses – those that are still attached, of course – and that you ready your oxygen masks juuuuuust in case things go awry. It’s highly unlikely, but federal regulations do require that we remind you to be ready.”

Pamela reached under her seat and pulled out a surgical mask with what appeared to be an empty, inflated juice box scotch-taped to it via a straw. She pursed her lips, and set the oxygen mask in the seat pocket in front of her.

“We should be touching down just a few dozen meters outside of Mars One station, but, as you know, things can go not quite as planned. In that case, be prepared for a short walk of anywhere between thirty and eight thousand metres. Our premiere-class passengers will be treated to an enclosed atmosphere suit for comfort, but your oxygen masks should do for the walk to the station.

“It’s been a long seven months, and we hope you’ve enjoyed your flight. Co-pilot Doshi and I have tried to make it as exciting for you as possible, and we look forward to you flying the frugal space with us again. Any further details after landing will be communicated as needed.”

The cabin speakers clicked off, and Pamela sighed. Well, she thought, at the very least, I got a flight. I guess dying on the surface of Mars could be worse.

Belen’s End

The seventh and last in Belen’s story. You can also read part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, and part 6.

Belen’s war was short. She led her troops valiantly into battle, but the elves, while numerous, were small. The giants were large, and the humans, who could have turned the tide and gained their own freedom, instead fought for the status quo.

Following Belen’s visit with the king, he had received a hefty payment from the giant lords. It bought his army, and though a few human peasants fought with Belen, most fought for the giants.

Outnumbered, Belen’s armies retreated. As they tried to reformulate their attack, Belen herself was killed. It was a noble death at the end of a giant’s club.

Her generals continued the fight for three days. Once hope was lost, they conceded defeat. The leaders were imprisoned, but the rest of the elves were free to roam; they would hardly make good sport if they were all imprisoned, after all.


I’ve sent you these flowers because of you who you are, and who I am. I’ve not signed a legible name for the same reason. You are beautiful. You are funny and smart and sexy and interesting, and, frankly, I love you. I know this is not wanted. But it is what it is, and so here you are. Take these, my love, knowing only that you are loved, and that, in the end, they, and I, will fade away.