This is all the stuff I am currently working on. First priority right now is "Little Furry Animals," which needs to be done by the end of next month.
Dawn scraped pewter across the black wave-caps of the night Atlantic on the morning Carl Hughes learned how his lover died.
The Steles of the Sky:
Ragged vultures spiraled up a cherry sky.
"Reproduction is an ultimately sociopathic act."
You ain't gonna like what I have to tell you, but I'm gonna tell you anyway.
A Reckoning of Men:
Vethulf and Skjaldwulf did not get along.
An Apprentice to Elves
Tin laced her fingers together across her gravid belly and frowned along her nose at the feeble human child.
Mrs. Cornelius stalked into the mahogany-paneled reception room, a jacket matching her chocolate trousers slung over her shoulder like the mantle of a queen, tiny emerald studs glinting in her ears like the eyes of a snake.
"The Shaded King"
In the hour when Kaalha gave place to Iashti and the honeyed light of dawn slanted between tawny adobe walls, Mukhtar ben Ishak strode through the streets of Messaline.
"Patience & Fortitude" (aka The Mighty Drag Werewolf story)
"Oh honey. It's not drag if you look like Annie Lennox."
"Little Furry Animals"
Rebecca Sanchez is climbing Mt. Rainier.
Johnny Backus was a daywalker. Johnny Backus was a vampire. Johnny Backus was a friend of mine.
Doc Holiday leaned his head way back, tilting his hat to shade his eyes from the glare of the sun, and said, "That looks like some Jules Verne shit to me."*
I loved you not.
Last, the bullet blooms against steel.
Barry Petrewski lived in a hole in the ground.
The murdered woman's scream sounds like a teakettle.
Someone had left flowers again.
"Untitled Cyberdragon Story"
Before she turned into a dragon, Kathy Cutter was Comanche Zariphes' best friend.
"Untitled Space Opera"
There are no unremarkable worlds.
"The Slaughtered Lamb"
In New York City's storied Greenwich Village, on the Island of Manhattan, there is a tavern called the Slaughtered Lamb.
"The Death of Terrestrial Radio"
The first word was meant to be spoken quietly, if it should ever be spoken at all.
"On Safari in R'lyeh and Carcosa with Gun and Camera"
"We wouldn’t be having this conversation if you'd flunked Algebra."
(Those two have been stalled for so long I have almost given up, but I like the titles as much as Richard Brautigan liked "The Amelia Earhart Pancake.")
*This will not actually be the first line of the story, but it's sure as hell serving to establsh tone.