Below are all of the finished works and longer works-in-progress (WiPs) separated by genre and then by universe/series/etc. Items without an established universe are listed under “Unaffiliated Stories.”
I’ve tried to arrange the universes in chronological order, with placeholder markers for WiPs not yet posted.
If an eBook exists of a story, there will be a link (shorter works are free). I am working to polish up more serial stories and get them up in both formats.
Most of the following stories are Soft Science Fiction with a few darts into unabashed Science Fantasy. Someday I will pull off a Hard SciFi story… but not yet (darnit).
Blackguards and Plaster Saints
Near Future, Soft Science Fiction
One morning the Earth woke to an alien ultimatum: tithe its children to the Fleet in exchange for defense against the interstellar war that was coming or face annihilation alone. They had a year to decide. Twelve months that lasted forever –that lasted a heartbeat– but in the end, they accepted. On Exodus, ten percent of the population between the ages of five and thirty-five vanished. In exchange the Ship left the accumulated knowledge from hundreds of worlds already harvested… and blueprints for ships of their own. Earth has forty years, four alien advisers, and an oncoming century of war.
Twin Ponds : 305 words
Twin Ponds was a tiny town, but it had always been tiny; little more than a collection of houses in the midst of unbounded prairie.
Aiden : 153 words
A year ago, our future died; the hopes and dreams of youth, withering in the oncoming thunder of a century of war.
Jess : 474 words
Ten percent of the population was twenty percent of my friends.
Chloe : 283 words
It’s the night before the exodus –two hours, five minutes and counting– and there’s nothing left to do.
Exodus : 231 words
No one had slept.
Digging a Grave in the Sky : 100 words (poem)
There’s an arc in the sky, a thin grey line,
Elm Creek : 273 words
There are only two people left in Elm Creek who remember when it was simply The Ship, without qualifiers or descriptions required.
Far Future, Soft Science Fiction
Firsts have the knack of shedding their mental humanity to slip into alien ways of thinking, which makes them perfect candidates for convincing sentient races we’re something more than animals. But once that’s done they have to find their way back again… and sometimes they need a helping hand to lead them home.
When One Plus One is Blue : 305 words
The very first First was nothing more than an accident.
The Rabbit Who Ate The Moon (WiP)
Bringing Sarah Home (WiP)
In Dreams of Trees
Fractal timelines, Soft Science Fiction
There’s a city that waits in the spaces between the worlds, encasing an endless spiral of doors that open to worlds that could have been. But for some people those doors open in as well as out…
In Dreams of Trees : NaNoWriMo 2011 (WiP)
Gray and Tan are chasing a kidnapper, Blue and Horn are hunting a serial killer, and Red is trying to save the world. There’s an Endless City hidden in the woods that holds the answers they need, but can they unravel its secrets in time?
Far Future, Soft Science Fiction
Humans found a way to travel in space, skipping through time… but it doesn’t always work.
Bent, Not Broken : 100 words
The morning after the first successful Starways-DuPont-Boeing human skipdrive trial.
Lies, Damned Lies, and Statistics : 161 words
The world cheered when the first pod skipped from low Earth orbit to Mars, then onto Pluto in the same fraction of a second.
Lost : 100 words
They were the Lost, those few dammed souls that skipped between the stars and fell out of Time.
And One To Grow On : 132 words
Auntie Meredith was just no good at buying presents.
Chance of a Lifetime : 150 words
She had skipped a hundred times before, bouncing back and forth on the colonial cargo runs.
On Behalf of the Company : 264 words
Skip, skip, skip, … skip, skip, skip
Random Science Fiction Goodness
Walls That Talk : 100 words
“Is that really the story you wish?”
Symbiotic Evolution : 100 words
Ten days, four hours, seventeen minutes, and forty seconds ago my world ended.
Office Heretics : 338 words
“Flowerpots are wheelchairs for plants,” Penny deposited the petunias on my desk with an almost triumphant cheeriness.
Biological Warfare : 191 words
Highways wound through the abandoned countryside like fractures, carving the land into easily defined territories.
Thinking Inside the Box : 244 words
Something– something not quite there, but– Ah!
This section also includes Present Day or Near Future Fantasy and a dash of Paranormal Romance (clearly marked). If it happens on Earth and there’s no Clarke’s Third Law lampshade– then you’ll find it here!
Werewolves, Very limited Magic use
Centuries ago a dying witch cursed an evil Baron and his seven sons… but the curse didn’t go quite as planned. Generations later the Baron’s descendants –by blood or adoptive oath– roam an increasingly urban world…
Imagine a universe where becoming a werewolf had more to do with changing your last name than who bit who. Where taking the oath meant perfect health and near instant healing. Where your mortal enemies worked with magical silver and no one else had a clue you existed. A fractured life you were forced to reinvent every twenty years just to stay hidden.
Tales of the Southside Dumppack
The dumppack is a loose collection of misfits and accidental werewolves, created by someone else’s oath– existing on the edges of traditional pack structures and territories, all they want to do is pretend to be human.
The Wolves We Are : 8,214 words
The alpha of the Southside Dumppack is dead and the Council’s ‘Crisis Management Expert’ is coming into clean up the mess.
Paper Wolves : NaNoWriMo 2012 (WiP)
With the Southside Dumppack still reeling over the loss of their old alpha, Meg must find a way to salvage the mess before the Council decides their pack is better off disbanded. Forced to rely on help from the Northern Pack that wants them to fail, she’s learning the hard way what being a child of the Baron really means…
The Silverwitch series
For two hundred years the town of Rockfall has been home to something more than human… and no one has noticed.
Ties That Bind (WiP)
Ash to Ash : 147 words
Technically werewolves aren’t immortal, we’re just very very hard to kill.
Dogs of the Never Never
Ghost Dogs and Deer (and people), Minimal magic usage
Jon was always chided for not ‘living up to his potential’, but at least he was happy. Now he’s the living anchor for a pack of ghost dogs and the last thing he wants to do is find out how far his potential goes…
Dogs of the Never Never
This was my NaNoWriMo 2009 and novel and the underlying universe fell out from under me during the month. I’ve got an idea on how to glue it back together, but for now it’s mostly MuseFic and broken logic.
Definitions : 100 words
There’s an inherent flaw in naming things.
Riding the Curve : 100 words
Someone has to be average in his family and it may as well be Jon…
Replacement Parts : 100 words
There are reasons for the status quo.
Leaves on the Wind : 201 words
Life is more than power lunches and business suits.
No Takebacks : 180 words
Jon never wanted to be different.
Tales of the Drunken Unicorn
More Talking Animals than you can shake a stick at! Magic everywhere.
One drunken Ouija board adventure and now Sam’s got a mostly-invisible unicorn following her around campus and insisting that she battles Evil between midterms.
The last thing Samantha had expected when she went to Delta Sigma Phi’s Halloween Party was that she’d end up the proud owner of a magical companion animal. But one drunken ouija board adventure later, she’s got an annoyed unicorn following her around and a binding contract with no escape clause. It’s not that she minds saving the world, it’s just she’d got better things to do… like passing midterms, or finding better blackmail on her RA (Dry dorm? What dry dorm?).
Three Tequila, Floor (WiP)
There’s a vampire on the loose and it’s giving the local dhamphires a bad name. Can Sam prove Terry’s flock’s innocence before another team wipes them out?
Werewolf Sick Days (WiP)
The Wolves of Windsor Dorm (WiP)
Fairy Tales-ish, Near Future, Magic Usage
The girl who isn’t Wendy traded away her name for immortality and a chance to stop the pied piper who wasn’t Peter Pan from stealing any more children…
Too Old For Neverland : 632 words
They were too old for Neverland, those lost scarred souls that balanced on the edge of Growing Up.
The Tao of Names : 100 words
She wasn’t Wendy, but she never had been; that much she could remember.
Momentum : 100 words
Over the years Wendy collects her own band of unLost Boys.
Whistling in the Dark
Near Future, Apocalyptic, Urban Fantasy/Soft Science Fiction
Five thousand years ago Good cheated and their victory in the millennial battle for control lasted a bit longer than it was supposed to. Now Evil has finally set things right, but no one told Good that the game was on. A thousand years of darkness are on the horizon and we’re running out of flashlights…
Random Fantasy Goodness
A Hymn for St. Anthony : 55 words
This is where churches come to die.
Is, Was, Will Be : 55 words
Fae eyes are full of death and I saw mine reflected there.
Simple Instructions : 55 words
Like this, his father said and the boy shifted his arm and changed his pose.
a’Courting Go : 55 words
I’m the cat that hung the moon, crooned the tom holding court outside her window, that little mice nibble back into the gloom.
Love Me: 55 words
It’s love distilled, congealed, fermented into a pulsing heat that sings…
Pancakes With a Side of Myth : 184 words
“You don’t find magic in an IHOP.”
Mr. Magnifico vs. Miss’Terious! : 468 words
“Kindly put that down and step away from the particle accelerator.”
The Ghost of Herington Hill : 386 words (Song)
There’s a light in the limbs of the old oak tree / Where they hung the mutineer Jones.
To Every Season : 415 words
Carol was not in the habit of showing off.
Ask Me No Questions, I’ll Tell You No Lies : 323 words
There was something in the way he said goodbye that made her stop, phone halfway returned to its cradle held in a suddenly trembling hand.
Of Ignorance and Angels : 159 words
It had come up in casual conversation; Bonnie was griping over a recently ex-boyfriend and Danny had said it without thinking.
This is all of the second-world or High Fantasy in which our reality never existed, or exists only long enough for the protagonist to move from point A to point B.
This is a universe in which the dead can talk and Listeners—well, they listen.
Semi-Medieval Frontier Fantasy, Low-magic
The Misys of Haiyts (WiP)
Last Requests (WiP)
The Gate to Fenrith Lei
Real world to Archetypal Fantasy (literally)
In the land of Velanon, in the kingdom of Teravail, lies the fair city of Fenrith Lei…
So begins each daring adventure told over picnic lunches on lazy summer afternoons. Stories spun first by Wendy’s husband and then, after his death, by their daughter, turn the woods out back into a glimpse of Somewhere Else. It isn’t until after a car accident leaves her daughter comatose, that Wendy faces the woods alone and discovers Velanon is more than just a fairy tale.
The Gate to Fenrith Lei NaNoWriMo (WiP)
That Don’t Impress Me Much
Talking Animals, Magic Galore, Generic Fantasy
Generic fantasy world where the magical companion animals are partners not sidekicks and the humans have a healthy respect for predators the size of a horse. A parody of the genre, of sorts.
That Don’t Impress Me Much – NaNoWriMo July 2011 (WiP)
Random High/Second World Fantasy Goodness
Unmade : 100 words
“Tell me I’m not giving my life away for nothing.” She shivered on the pyre, flames long forgotten.
Memo to Self : 115 words
One morning Henry awoke to find a particularly odd message scrawled on his ceiling in lipstick.
On Arboreal Advice : 218 words
“Put down the hammer and listen to me!”
The Cursed SunStone of Veramasu : 196 words
There is noise and then there is song, and while it’s a fine line between the two Soya was pretty sure Til had wandered irrecoverably into noise.
Under New Management : 307 words
“I am the death of hope!”
Promises : 298 words
There’s a rock near the shore of a green-blue sea and every night when the tide rolls in she perches on it, just high enough above the waves that she can see to the top of the hill.
Daydreams : 260 words
Dev had wanted to be a knight since he was old enough to swing sticks and imagine monsters.
Second Chances : 263 words
Rana made a business of taking heroes home.
Missa pro defunctis : 127 words
In the end, there was nothing I could do but watch her die.
Once Upon a Time : 278 words
Things were happening too fast.
Keeping Watch : 227 words
It was such a small loss, compared to the war raging around them, but the Seventh Company took it hard.
Every so often I write something that doesn’t fit neatly into a category. I’ve been tempted to call this the ‘outlier’ section, but that seemed a bit mean. ;)These are stories that aren’t from an established universe. Maybe someday the plot bunnies will strike again—but for now they are standalones.
Hope Burns : 100 words
It wasn’t healthy, but she couldn’t bring herself to give up what little hope had made it through the war.
In Will Alone : 85 words (Poem)
Take this pain of half-imagined never-afters,
Graveyard Dogs : 31 words (Poem)
Those graveyard dogs,
An Ode to Spammers : 104 words (Poem)
I do not like you Spam-I-Am.