The Charred Tree

Archive for the month “May, 2012”

Missing: One Satellite

General Hargett burst through the door into the control suite and bellowed “Where the hell is that satellite, Colonel?” His uniform was almost as rumpled as that of his aide who rushed in behind him. Read more…

Flash Pulp Fan Fic: Not My Line Of Work

Giselle stamped out of the room and slammed the door. Hamm was pretty sure this was the first time he had ever seen a dame actually stamp her way from a room so effectively while wearing six-inch heels. Sure, some had tried but it’s kind of hard to take a mad woman seriously when she’s waving her arms around like a ceiling fan trying to keep her balance. Read more…

Flash Pulp

I have to say it: I’m thrilled! One of my stories has made it onto Flash Pulp as a guestisode. Head over and give it a listen!

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Diaspora: The Veracity of Need

“No food today. Come back day after tomorrow. Maybe then.” The woman in the gray uniform of the Commissariat of Sustentation held out the ration chit without looking up. Gold threads in the uniform’s piping and insignia flashed with each movement. The dancing bursts of reflected light pulled Jon Hooper’s attention to the gaudy patch—an oriental dragon encircling an eagle holding sheafs of grain in its claws. It was supposed to symbolize the government’s commitment to provide for the people. Read more…

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