A Contest of Suffering A Short Story by Emily Weber It was because of the sree that reptiles had become symbols of intelligence in the galaxy. They had no limbs, side-mounted eyes, thick, cumbersome, snake-like bodies, and, perhaps most notable of all: they were covered in electricity-sensing whiskers that looked for all the world like plain hair. Sree whiskers sensed electricity so well that it was not unusual for a sree doctor to be able to pinpoint the exact location of a nerve through skin. It was this evolutionary advantage that made most sree born scientists. They often became engineers, chemists, inventors, physicists and th...
First, the Heart A Short Story by Emily Weber Officer Jarrett stepped onto the prisoner transport craft. This would be her last stint as a police officer—not because she was retiring, but because she was planning, with enthusiasm, to break the law. She was not the officer scheduled to pilot the craft. Her pilot ID and transfer papers had been forged by the criminal librarians of the Gor System. Her objective was simply to take whatever prisoners happened to be within the craft to the prison facility on Planet Myxinder, and retrieve the person of interest; a man who went by the simple name of ‘Bob’. The criminal transport craft ...
I write...
As the Words flow to me...
As pieces of the One Word...
That is all that can be said... ... ...
I try and place the pieces together in linear order...
To fit meaning into Time's Arrow...
But, so narrow is my vision...
I Remember only shadows...
There are Blinders on my Soul...
I glimpse only sparks of what may be...
So I write... .. .