writings on business, meditation, technology, markets, sci-fi, organizations
“Stop where you are! Police!” The cop was a few houses down and running over. I tossed my molecular spray paint can in...
Greg ran his fingers over the smooth glass display case. His eyes darted from one data crystal to another, and preview ...
Veena fills the last muffin cup with batter. Halfway through the morning’s prep. She opens the commercial oven, and put...
The mark just had to run off and hide in an asteroid belt. Braun flips on the long range scanners and leans back in his...
Ghentan inches his katana out from its sheath. The cherry blossom trees around him creak as a calm breeze comes throug...
Lost and Found
The cargo container slips from his Crab Mecha’s grasp. It goes tumbling away from the quiet grey loading bay of the o...
The scents of lavender and spring rush past as Lori opens the door to her freshly cleaned apartment. She discards her ...
High Speed Asteroid Chase
“That bastard’s got my grandson. I can’t let him get away.”
No Vacancy: Part Two
“Yes, you’re dead. Welcome to Central Processing. Please wait for your number to be called” I woke up and saw the larg...
Pie in the Face
The lemon merengue pie sailed through the air and splattered on his face. Lenny sat motionless on stage in the school ...
All About Dignity
All he cared about was his dignity. Even at the cost of his soul. Jim’s daughters had said that about him many years a...
No Vacancy: Part One
Father Thomas hobbled down the stone path back from the graveyard. The young priest in his thirties leaned into his aluminum walking cane. He pressed down with both hands, desperately trying to open the distance between him and his pursuer.