Krystal Claxton is a lvl 2 computer support technician with unfortunate aspirations involving fiction, words, and publishing. She enjoys getting distracted by Dragon Con and The Submission Grinder, and frequently disobeys Heinlein’s Rules.
- “Sapience and Maternal Instincts” in Digital Fiction Publishing’s Quick Fic
- “Bitter Remedy” in Pantheon Magazine: Janus
- “Heartless” in Hyperion and Theia
The man is and is not a god.
The prayer is not whispered in temple. It is arranged in subatomic particles.
“I want out,” I say through teeth gritted against the stale air of my tiny lab.
He is amused. His teeth are preternaturally white. “That’s an unusual request. Most people want more of ‘in’ if you will — to live forever.”
- Nature Futures 545, 380 (2017) – Free to read
The walls around the town of Bootstrap are mostly old cars stacked one on top of the other and welded together. Outside Bootstrap, market stalls made from patchwork tarps and rusty pipes lean on either side of the wide gate. They are temporary places for the people who live inside to trade goods with the people stuck outside who need in.
People like Pup.
- Writers of the Future (2015) – Buy Volume 31
- Cast of Wonders Staff Pick (2017) – Free to listen
- Cast of Wonders (2016) – Free to listen in Parts One and Two
I should leave the man in the dark, face-down on the dirt path where I found him. Entangling myself in the affairs of a Shebeast is high on my list of things to avoid. But the chance that he still lives draws me in. Grunting, I roll his limp form to rest on his back, my breath turning to puffs of fog in the chill air.
- Fantastic Stories of the Imagination (2015) – Buy Issue 224
- Far Fetched Fables (2016) – Free to listen
- Hyperion and Theia (Forthcoming)
The Newsboy’s Last Stand
She stood up on her tip-toes, extending a slightly wilted white daisy up to Romulus, her whole body pointed and straight in the effort of reaching something that was entirely beyond her reach.
For his part Romulus knelt down and took the flower and gave her a sad smile and watched her run back across the street. And even though he had another line of news, it was sad, so he called it quits for the day and went home. He put the daisy in a jar of water and ate his cake from the bakery (yes, the bakery, not the cakery) and went to sleep.
I’m lousy in broad daylight. I spent my formative years learning from the best in the Conference how to remain hidden. To move with fluidity and silence through a city, like a cloud in the night sky.
Unfortunately it was not night, I was not hidden, and I could not fly.
- Plasma Frequency Magazine (2014)
- StarShipSofa Issue 419 (2016) – Free to listen
- Pantheon Magazine: Janus (Forthcoming)
The Filigreed Cage
The cuff was a gift from the Overseers, one of many they had bestowed upon humanity since the Fail. It provided everyone with instructions and guidance. Her fingers nervously traced the intricate filigree of her own cuff. She remembered her tenth birthday, when she’d been blessed with the title of Wife and Nolan’s name had appeared in delicate scroll.
- Fireside Magazine (2013) – Free to read
- Cast of Wonders Podcast (2014) – Free to listen
- Luna Station Quarterly (2014) – Free to read
- Fantastic Stories of the Imagination (2015) – Buy Issue 226
- Digital Fiction Publishing’s Quick Fic (2017) – Free to read
Sapience and Maternal Instincts
She had my teeth. I hadn’t expected to recognize myself in her, but when she greeted me, her maroon lips parting into a crescent, there they were. My teeth. White, flat, and surprisingly human.