Additional Publications

NOW YOU SEE ME, LIGHTSPEED MAGAZINE

Good art changes you. And that was the point, right?

SPIDER KING, REALM

Darnell considered himself, too, but in a different way. The tip of his index finger rubbed his wrist. There was an obvious divot now. Around it, numb cold. He pressed into it. Something pressed back . . .

BALANCING THE EQUATION, ESCAPE POD

The old black Prius hybrid that would send Lauren Tilman on a six-billion year search for an unanswerable question turned the corner in the parking lot . . .

N-RAPTURED, THE MAGAZINE OF FANTASY & SCIENCE FICTION

I’d said the N-word three times in my entire life, and now anyone could tell by just looking at my forehead . . .

SAVING GRACE, INTERSTELLAR FLIGHT MAGAZINE

The fact that Jayde Hairston, sole commander of the GSC Regret, was awake meant that humanity had succumbed to the virus thousands of years ago . . .

THE PERFECTION OF THERESA WATKINS, TOR.COM

If things weren’t perfect, I’d lose her again . . .

ONE HAND IN THE COFFIN, STRANGE HORIZONS, NIGHTLIGHT POD (PART I, PART II)

Corey slipped his hand into the puppet’s back, like he had done many times with the doctor who made him talk about Michael and bathtubs and redness. His breath and stomach squeezed whenever he reached into dark, invisible places…

AFIYA'S SONG, THE MAGAZINE OF FANTASY & SCIENCE FICTION

Yes, I sure do remember the day Afiya come down to Ferrell Plantation. It was about ten years before the Union surrendered, in 1823 I recall, when us slaves still thought we was going to be slaves forever...

THE TEAR COLLECTOR, CROSSED GENRES

For the first time in a hundred years, the Tear Collector feared for his job. It wasn’t for lack of ability. No other collector prepared like him. His background in the dark arts, alchemy, telepathy, and medicine gave him unparalleled gifts in altering the environments of his subjects. But emotions were cheap these days; it took more and more to satisfy the gods...

TWO SIDES TO EVERY STORY, KYSO FLASH

When I asked Mom why my father left, she said there are three sides to the story: “mine, your father’s, and the truth!” So I built a time machine...

THE CONVERSATION, PLASMA FREQUENCY MAGAZINE

The New York Times reporter looked in his thirties. Charles remembered when he had been that age. He couldn’t recall being as happy as this young man seemed to be. The reporter ordered a coffee, with lots of cream and sugar, and Charles noticed him taking an Advil with it, but said nothing about it. He was white with short hair, his skin not yet touched by wrinkles or blemishes. Outlining his body was the faintest red line, which could have been an effect of sun sneaking through the window. Charles couldn’t tell. His sense had always lacked acuity in the morning.

THE ROLLER COASTER, THE COLORED LENS

No Country Club for Old Men was built at the bottom of a small mountain, much like everything else in Martinsville, Virginia. The town had more hills than convenience stores and the one leading up to Bob Woods’ country club was particularly steep. I biked to work and often tried to pedal the last stretch. I usually failed and ended up walking the rest of the way. Tonight was no different.

THE LAST STOP, FICTION365

Bright lights set the tunnel behind me ablaze in blues and reds. I had been checking the rearview mirror so much that I noticed right away. I looked around. There was no one else on the road. Then the sirens started.