This short story by Sean Demory was (quite rightly) recommended last year for a Bram Stoker award and it's one of the creepiest damn things you'll read. If you have a better use for a dollar today I would be mighty surprised.
Sing, O Muse
I envy Jane Yolen. All right, yes, because she's a prolific writer of astounding talent, and I'm a very beginning writer of questionable talent, that goes without saying: but also because her Muse is gentle and kind. Backtracking: of course there is no such real, tangible (or even intangible) thing as a Muse. They're a metaphor ...
This At Last
He rested his fingers over the glowing ON button, not really sure if anything would happen, afraid not to try. "Idiot," he said out loud. "The entire human race is dead. There's nobody left to laugh at you." Or to tell me I'm going crazy, he thought, and turned the robot ON. There was a soft ...
Actual updates!
I'm going to be merging scattered posts (main blog, writing blog) here into the single unified MEGABLOG OF ULTIMATE DESTINY. Slowly, though, because I can't decide on a theme.
