Drabble: The Starwhale’s Song – by Anna Salonen

by specklit

The starwhale floated past the ship, its silver fins spread to catch the solar wind.

Jin gaped, speechless for once.

Their guide smiled. “The computer translates its song into frequencies humans can hear. ”

Eerie, low sounds drifted from the speakers.

“We call this one Cassandra. She always comes back. There’s something wrong with the pitch of her voice, you see. The others can’t hear her.”

“Can’t the computer translate for them, too?” Jin asked.

“In theory.”

“Can we try?”

“All right.”

After a few hours, a strange, new song burst forth.

Together, the two starwhales disappeared into the nebula.

Author’s Note: According to NASA, there is sound in outer space. Humans just can’t hear it.

Drabble: Forget Me Nots – by Stephen G Parks

by specklit

Two hundred years ago, we discovered FTL.

A hundred and eleven years ago, we made first contact. War inevitably followed.

Ninety-eight years ago, the remnants of humanity were dispersed among twenty hidden, low profile colonies, none knowing the location of any other, only that they existed.

Eighty-five years ago, omni-directional broadcasts from Earth stopped abruptly.

Seventy-two years ago, catastrophe beacons started broadcasting fallen colonies’ epitaphs.

Two months ago, every colony had been accounted for, destroyed, except for us.

Three weeks ago, something entered our solar system.

An hour ago, our president apologized for failing to save us.

A second ago…

Author’s Note: The title inspired the story, but I can’t tell you the correlation between the two.

Drabble: Dangerous Dinner Companions – by Anna Salonen

by specklit

Jonathan met the indigo-haired lady scientist at an anatomy lecture. She sat in the front row and scribbled furious notes into her worn leather journal with a silver fountain pen.

When he asked her to dinner, she accepted and suggested a restaurant.

The beef was rare and the brandy strong. Jonathan fell asleep in the hansom cab, head against her shoulder. She smelled of formaldehyde and rust.

He woke up on her surgical table, strapped in tightly. Brains in jars lined the wall.

She only liked me for my mind, he thought as she smiled and cut into his scalp.

Author’s Note: Be wary of strange ladies you meet at anatomy lectures.

Drabble: Enhancement – by Devin Miller

by specklit

Detective Iredell wanted a drink, and not the enhancement formula. Too much clarity is a bad thing.

Still, the victim’s family needed closure, and Iredell would provide. He drank the syrupy liquid.

It worked at once—he spotted blood on the carpet. Smelled chloroform. Felt a draft and followed it to the window. Escape route.

Iredell also felt his own pains. Arthritic knees and hips protested as he squatted over the scene. His heart strained with clogged arteries. Mostly, his liver ached.

Each enhancement he was more tempted to drink to counteract the effects. Soon, he knew, I’ll give in.

Author’s Note: I recently read a great story about an alcoholic detective, and I wanted to try my own . . . with a sci-fi twist.

Drabble: The Haunted Forest – by Anna Salonen

by specklit

Fog swirled around Jenny’s boots as she walked, and skeletal branches grabbed at her hair. Moonlight filtered through the dark, damp leaves, and the ancient trees whispered and swayed.

Jenny shivered.

It was a night for haunts and ghasts and goblins.

Something slithered a laugh in the bushes.

It pounced.

Jenny was quicker; she snatched the ghoul out of the air and snapped its neck.

Sighing, she slipped off the tiresome human skin, stretched her claws towards the starry sky, and bared her fangs.

The ghoul’s blood, salty and sweet, ran down her chin.

It was good to be home.

Author’s Note: Maybe monsters like coming home, too?

Drabble: My First Cosplay – by Stephen G Parks

by specklit

This should be a great night!

Human Cosplay is new to my species. Dressing up in another being’s guise is incredibly empowering. It’s almost as much fun as making the costume.

Entering the bar, everyone notices my impressive appearance. I must have done well to draw such immediate attention.

There are my co-workers, at the back: the cool crowd, finally accepting me.

“Dreegli, what have you done?” Cute little Shrel asks, exasperated, eyes wildly tracing the blood dripping down my sides.

“I … came as a Human?”

“You’re supposed to emulate them, not kill them and wear the carcass.”


Author’s Note: I read recently about a cosplay hosted at the Sydney Sexpo. It got me thinking about how easy it is to misunderstand the base assumptions of participation in someone else’s traditions.

Drabble: A Bad Hair Day – by Anna Salonen

by specklit

“You really want me to do this? I can barely see,” Laura asked. Macular degeneration had stolen most of her central vision.

“Yes.” The client’s voice was strange and slithery, like her hair.

When Laura shampooed her hair, the client hissed.

The curling iron was worse. Something bit her finger.

“What was that? Did you see?”


Laura twisted stray strands around the bun. It took a lot of hairspray to make them stay put. Her arm felt hard as stone.

The client got up. “Thanks. Sorry about the arm.”


She heard a hissing laugh as the client left.

Author’s Note: Even Gorgons need hairdressers.

Drabble: Hiding from Bandits – by Devin Miller

by specklit

“Now’s a bad time to let our guard down,” Aaron said. I concurred.

We found a cave and took turns keeping watch—bandits had stolen treasure from Lord Grant, and he’d charged us to steal it back. Bandits don’t usually appreciate that.

“Wake up, Duncan!” Aaron hissed, and I sprang to my feet. Still midnight. Aaron loaded his crossbow; nothing moved in the woods outside.

“Not out there,” he whispered. I turned. Two eyes caught the starlight, at least three feet over our heads.
We fled. Given the choice between ogres and bandits, we’d take our chances with the thieves.

Author’s Note: I wanted to try something that started in one place, then took a right turn and ended somewhere completely different.

Drabble: Love Triangles (Inn Bingo) – by Gabrielle Lissauer

by specklit

“Hey, boss,” Devon said knocking on Alec’s door.


“Slight problem. Your boyfriend is here.”

“…Which one?” Behind Alec slept his one of his other boyfriends. Devon thought he might have four?


“Alright… I’ll go talk to him; you keep Jono busy if he wakes.”

Snorting, Devon said, “Not on your life. He’s your boyfriend, you deal with him.”

Alec’s glare could kill the long dead. “I’m your boss.”

“And this isn’t in my job description.” Devon crossed his arms.

“Fine…” he grumbled, turning to go deal with Phoenix.

“And now I’ve got Bingo – love triangle.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

Author’s Note: Some people have a different lover in every city; Alec has a different lover in several different realities. It’s important to keep them separate because who wants to be in the middle of the fight when they find out about the others? In this case, Devon doesn’t seem to mind. [Editor: This is the sixth and last in a series. Check out all of Gabrielle’s stories for the rest of them.]

Drabble: Princess in Need of Rescue (Inn Bingo) – by Gabrielle Lissauer

by specklit

“Please!” The girl in the silk dress cried, throwing herself at Alec’s feet, “You have to help me! If you don’t, they’ll kill me!”

Alec backed up trying to avoid her grasping hands. “I…”

“I’ll do anything!”

“Yeah, alright.” He pulled her to her feet and dragged her in his office. Just as he shut the door a squad of men burst into the lobby.

The leader snarled, “Where is she?”


Five minutes later, with Devon’s help, he tossed the last of them out of the door.

“This doesn’t count as a princess in need of rescue,” Devon said.

Author’s Note: Damsels in distress are quite a common trope, of course. Of course Alec is going to help her if he can. In this case, the question is raised: if you put yourself into the “story” can you count it as part of the game? Devon thinks not. [Editor: This is the fifth in a series. Check out all of Gabrielle’s stories for the rest of them.]

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