The Reunion (fiction guest post)

by Jennifer Greenwood

Caranthe struggled around the edge of the ballroom floor. There was a narrow winding gap between the ebb and flow of dancers and those standing watching at the side of the room.

Wrong Nebula (fiction)

“I think we’re lost.”

Ripley looked up from her charts. “What are you talking about?”

Jill gestured at the ship’s viewscreen. “This doesn’t look like the right place.”

Unwelcome

Unwelcome

The hunter is here. His soapy scent lingers in the air, cutting through the earthy aromas I’ve become so used to. I scurry across the ruins, keeping to the shadows, refusing to look behind me. His smell tells me he’s getting close. I don’t have much time.

Ta-da! (My Big Announcement)

 

Good morning, my lovely readers! If you’ve been keeping track, you’ll know that today is the day I reveal the ultra-secret project I’ve been working on.