31 Days of OtherSpace No. 5: Running Late
Edo Opo’te, running late again. It could not be helped. He had risen early, before dawn, and had expected his wife to see to the children. But Olana felt ill,…
Edo Opo’te, running late again. It could not be helped. He had risen early, before dawn, and had expected his wife to see to the children. But Olana felt ill,…
A sandstorm howled outside the shuttered windows of the estate as the Demarian servant made his way down the long corridor with a silver tray bearing a pitcher of cold…
“I don’t think they’re coming back.” General Charles Avocet frowned as he looked toward the corporal who peered over the scorch-marked yellow boulder. “They’re coming back,” he countered. The corporal…
The bright green energy bolt lanced out from the rifle’s muzzle, connecting with the big Hekayti smuggler’s broad, scarred blue chest. His mouth had fallen open and his eyes had…