Category: Silverwood I

  • Silverwood: Chapter 8

    Mrs. Woods was a compact and solid and sun-dried woman with wise eyes. She had a broom in her hands and an apron around her waist and was sweeping the always-accumulating dust off the covered wooden porch in front of the Brokeneck Hotel. Her sweeping raised a bit of a cloud that drifted off as…

  • Silverwood: Chapter 3

    One thing that I can tell you with absolute certainty: It is not a good feeling to be extinct. Extinction is the world saying to you, “I no longer have any use for your kind. Thanks for playing but you did not make the cut.” What an insult. The ultimate insult. I and my species,…

  • Silverwood: Chapter 2

    The bounty hunter was late for work. She was half a block away from the subway entrance and she could already see a mass of humanity pouring out of it from some just-departed train. But she had to get down the stairs, and fast. So she dove in against the flow, holding her coffee at…

  • Silverwood: Chapter 1

    Helen Silverwood, fourteen, sat on the roof with her legs dangling off the edge. She swung her feet back and forth and stared out across a nondescript city whose name didn’t matter because she wouldn’t be here long anyway. It was dusk, so the street lights were just coming on and windows that had been…