I came to town, as begged by telegraph, as speedily as I could to see about the problem of the women who’d all thrown themselves to death off Rushtown Gulch.
Author: Tobias Buckell
The Scar That Stains Red the Gulch
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The Human in the Box: December’s Patreon Short Story (read for as little as $1)
Something crashed through the underbrush, and the insect-like shadows crouched about the fire jerked awake, sensors gleaming in the angry red firelight as they cried out in alarm on frequencies audible and inaudible:
“Who goes there?”
Looking Back at 2018
It was an intense year. There was death in the nearby family, alarming political events, and much much more that were a great weight on the year. I am glad it’s over. And I know that I am not the only one to feel that way. Professionally, though, I had an amazing year. That made…
The Human in the Box
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A Prayer to Berlinetta
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Five Point Three Milligrams
The peacekeepers came to take me offworld while I was eating ramen down in Kamintown, surrounded by rickety three story colony mudbricks and flickering neon. Kamintown was thick with Bos who had taken over the old, abandoned buildings from First Landing, renovating them to their own uses after the last recession. We all watched the…
How I Came to Write My Novel The Trove
I often tell people I pay attention to a rubric that goes something like this: If you do something you hate and you’re successful with it, you’ll still be stuck doing something you hate. It’s a 50% satisfaction situation. Because you’ll be successful, which is great, but you’ll be doing something you hate, and that’s…
The Unsung
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The Alien from Verapaz: A Free to Read Monthly Patreon Short Story
At five’o’clock, agents working for ICE swarmed through the doors of a childcare center on 35th Street, across the road from Eastern Park, and arrested the children of a superhero.




