Freerider

Elijah tried to be somewhere else in his mind. Anywhere else. But he couldn't do it. Even trying to hold the idea of imagining he was somewhere else was a stuttering and disjointed struggle. The pain was too much. Too intense. Too absorbing. He should have been dead a long time ago. Instead of walling… Continue reading Freerider

Now They Call Me Lucky

When the starships all fell from the sky, many people died. But for a few, time merely stood still for a while. You'll notice I didn't say "a lucky few." Some people do; they say, "How lucky you are!" And I suppose it's true, if you make no strong distinction between good luck and bad. But… Continue reading Now They Call Me Lucky

New Story @ The Arcanist

Hey there, This is a quick update to let you know that my story, Second Chances in the West, is now live over at The Arcanist. Read it, enjoy it, and then come on back and subscribe to receive three warmup pages in your inbox every week! Take care—of yourselves, and of each other! D. Roe… Continue reading New Story @ The Arcanist