The grand and hopefully long-standing traditional annual UFO anthology is out early! My story, "Why I Bought Satan Two Cokes on the Day I Graduated High School," can be read there, along with a lot of other very funny stories by people more famous and better at writing than I am.
The banshee’s wail heralds the death of a loved one. The popular imagination has imbued the shriek
itself as ill-omened or deathly, but in truth, it is not so. It is only sorrow for the death that comes to
us all. Being fae spirits, they sense
the death as or even before it happens, and their cries honor the fallen, eerie
and upsetting as mortals might find it.
The world is broader, now.
Faster. More connected. Moment by moment, now, they fall, and moment
by moment the banshee sings them to sleep.
There will be short stories and very short stories. The short stories will be from 1000 words up and will be rare. The very short stories are what I'm calling flitterfics. They will be posted whenever I have a chance, hopefully at least twice a week.
All material is under a Creative Commons Attribution Share-Alike license. Write your own, paint a picture, sing a song; just link back to me at some point and we're solid.