Doorways II

FBI Special Agent James Tudor was eating pork steaks for dinner with his family when his smartwatch vibrated. It was his supervisor. He set his fork down in his mashed potatoes and slid is cellphone from the cargo pocket on his thigh. Even before he could greet his boss, the man’s voice came on. “Jim. …

Recall/Reset

The glass of water on the table was half full and no matter how he tried, Nick couldn’t change that. Hector had been running full speed across the parking lot when the round had caught him from behind, somewhere in the neck that killed neuromuscular response from that cervical on down. Hector’s legs had stopped …

Black Site

The silent alarm on the staircase triggered his smartwatch, jolting Clay from uneasy sleep. He swung his legs off the bed, felt the cold of the hard floor on his bare feet, and grabbed the Sig Sauer from where it always rested on the nightstand. He padded silently down the hall, pausing to push open …

Derelict

Katie snores the way angels would snore, if there were such a thing. I haven’t had a full night sleep since Dallas. My brain won’t let me let go of what I saw. What I did. We arrived so late to the ritual that it may as well have been years. The vessel was already …

Deep Learning

  Consciousness is not magic. It’s the sum of an algorithm based on select factors. Rules plus environmental exposure over time equals emergence. At least, that was our team’s working theory. Too late I tried to warn them, pled with them to understand that this kind of thing once unpacked does not fit back into …

Butterfly Cloak

Butterfly Cloak is based in the Borne world that Jeff VanderMeer built. Borne is about a giant flying bear that may-or-may-not have been a man at one time and that now revenges itself upon a dystopian world-city through bloody claw and flaming gaze. Of course that sounds insane but in pure, magnificent VanderMeer style, he …

Gump & Games

On the day when a man of such high caliber as former President George HW Bush lies in state, one can’t help but be reminded that the lights of the Greatest Generation are quietly disappearing from this good earth. The men and women of that generation, who were no more than kids really, fought back …

Presence

It’s been a constant presence ever since the snowstorm night in downtown Buffalo when the office park burned, and the shadow shattered into a thousand leaping duplicates, and Francis was unseamed by the smoke that moved like an orangutan with spines and too many arms. I try not to let it bother me but it’s …

First

This is a dream. My name is Jason. I have a happy life, beautiful wife, good job, and a generally rewarding daily existence. I also write fiction that can sometimes be unusual, if not downright messed up. Care to join me? That doesn't mean that it's not also real.