Tales of Science-Fantasy

Stand-alone short stories that blend science-fiction and fantasy.


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In the crumbled remains of once-beautiful Kyoto, Koko carries a broken AI doll aboard a train. As the train passes through a great black stone arch that read “World’s End,” Koko thinks of zer only friend back in the rubble: Shacho.

Like the doll, Shacho is broken too.

Today, the day to fix broken things, Koko goes to find the Magician. To try and make things better any way ze can.

Koko steps off the train, leaving zer life behind…
And enters a gateway.

In a dark, post-apocalyptic world where magic sparkles in the cracks like the stars, Rei Rosenquist weaves together a story of love, companionship, and trust.


While hunting for rotten firsh, Bon finds a tool with strange inscriptions. Rebel friend, Strayer will know what to do. Bon takes the tool and heads for the local train.

Aboard, the empty train, Bon and tool rattle out beyond the Collapse.

At the last stop, someone else gets on.

No one ever gets on but Bon.

Keeping their secrets to themselves, the two strangers get off at the end of line in search of Strayer and answers.

What will they find? Betrayal? Friendship? Or something far more magical?


Strayer races a storm to the high gathering grounds to seek out rare plants for medicinal tinctures.

Along the way, a silver thread drops from sky to ground. Could it be an ancient technology come to life? And if so, why? Who would even know how to activate such a thing?

Strayer and horse companions Juri & Anise go to find out. What strange sorcery will they meet along the way?


Skailore survived the drop from space to earth thanks to rune-crafting Strayer. Now, their friend has a new task.

Strayer hands them a travel pack.

“Time to face your gravity.”

What do they mean? The only way to know is to leave Strayer’s cottage and go on the journey.


In an unkind world, Ark wanders the land looking for…what? Can’t recall. Holes in the land, holes in their memory, a scar from a hole in their hand?

A dust cloud kicks up. Another rat-tag group of fools lost in the dust. They approach one another. Another cliched exchange. Only this time, something’s different.

Ark remembers things…

If Ark joins their numbers, where will the journey take them? What hidden truths will they find? What kind of remembered dream will awaken in their mind?


A debate rages. It is between science and the earth. Between the west and the people of the land.

Bones were uncovered. Should they have remained buried? Do they belong to the university or the people’s from which those bones grew? Are the remains the Kennewick Man or the Ancient One? Does the soul who once inhabited those bones even recall?

Only a journey through the fogs of time and the fires of research will tell.