Tag: SingLit

  • Sheriff of the Swamps Chapter 9

    Liars and Thieves The Clarks and the Woods crammed themselves into the living room. The couch overflowed with squirming children. The elder Clarks and Woods grabbed the remaining sofas. The others brought in chairs from the dining room. James and Kayla stood, him presiding over the meeting, her watching the front door. Wordlessly, Janet spread…

  • Sheriff of the Swamps Chapter 8

    Our Own Special Way “Motherfucker,” Clark whispered. “You know these people?” Kayla asked. “Sheriff Joshua Smith. Moreno Island Sysadmin Superuser Nu Theta Eight-Nine-One. Guild Branch Director Caleb Anderson.” “Everybody who’s somebody in Moreno,” James said. James and Clark were gathered in the Woods’ den, clustered around his desktop. Kayla’s face dominated the video call window.…

  • Sheriff of the Swamps Chapter 7

    Black Bag “Fifteen minutes ago, ten men checked into the Gold Star hotel. They’re all mainlanders with heavy luggage. Backpacks and duffel bags. They insisted on carrying their baggage themselves. One of them is a Superuser of the Singularity Network. He’s got the third eye in the forehead all their Superusers have.” Clark faced the…

  • Sheriff of the Swamps Chapter 6

    “You came to Moreno Island in the morning and killed three people. In the evening you went out and killed seven more. What the fuck is wrong with you people?!” Sheriff Joshua Smith exclaimed. Kayla shrugged. In the STS they called it a regular workday. A heavy day, to be sure, but after months of…

  • Speak with the Weight of Three Thousand Years

    While watching the Chinese animated film Jiang Ziya: Legend of Deification, a thought struck me: The Chinese language is uniquely suited for epic fantasy. An epic is set in a time before living memory, celebrating the accomplishments of heroes, whose dealings with gods and demons and spirits profoundly shape the mortal world for succeeding generations.…

  • Sheriff of the Swamps Chapter 5

    Black Hatchet Clark had kicked up the hornets’ nest. They weren’t going to stick around to see what came swarming out. The Clark family lived in the suburbs at the northwestern edge of Saint Lucile. Here the architects had envisioned a slice of the pre-Cataclysm world, a homage to long-lost Americana, coupled with adaptations to…