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Six Sentence Sunday, 16 September 2012 (Max and the Ghost)

The night turned the floor-to-ceiling window into a mirror, but there was a shadow, or a shape, glimmering in it, more or less man-sized and –shaped, but not entirely distinct.  Max blinked, and it was gone. He couldn’t tell if … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 26 August 2012 (Max and the Ghost)

“There’s something about that place that makes them nervous,” he said, and Erika frowned. “They got a deal. Anton usually likes to talk about his deals, but not this time.”  Erika smirked. “Maybe there’s a body in the basement.” Her … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 19 August 2012 (Max and the Ghost)

How Erika got from the yellow pad with its grubby pencil lines to the utmost stars and an ancient ship drifting on the infinite ocean, Max didn’t know, but it proved once again that they were brother and sister under … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 12 August 2012 (Max and the Ghost)

As usual, Anton was abrupt with Max about his daydreaming and flitting and his blue hair, which was his friend Chloe’s term project for cosmetology school. She told him it had been quite a success, but Anton didn’t seem to … Continue reading

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Genre Trouble: Diversity in Speculative Fiction

Six Sentence Sunday has brought me some marvelous colleagues from around the world. Check out my responses to the provocative questions posted by YA author J. M. Blackman on diversity in speculative fiction. This is one in a series called … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 5 August 2012 (Max and the Ghost)

The next day, as he was leaving for school, mama told Max to invite one of his friends to their next Sunday dinner, as American families did on television. Max thought about his friends: Thaddeus, with his loose curly Afro … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 29 July 2012 (Erika and the Vampire)

Erika’s own father had never been in the picture. She knew that Annabelle had looked down on her with a sort of pitying wonder until, when Annabelle turned eleven, her father walked out. Walked out, literally, got out of the … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 22 July 2012 (Erika and the Vampire)

The window was a one-way mirror; those outside could see in, but all Erika could see was darkness. At home, they kept the blinds drawn at this time of night.  Outside that window was the back yard of the little … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 15 July 2012 (Erika and the Vampire)

Erika didn’t bother saying that Annabelle always came crying to her afterward. She never said, “I told you so,” even though she had been right every time: about the sleazy older man who’d said he was a record company executive … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 8 July 2012 (Erika and the Vampire)

Erika said in a low tone, “I think the wannabe vampires just cover for the real ones. Stupid to make yourself a target.” Max nodded. “But the Shifters…” “I’m not sure I ever met any Shifter.” Even in the lunchroom, … Continue reading

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