By H. E. Remus Flight is a mad and dangerous thing. Thought Saul, as the ship approached the system gate. That’s what makes it so much fun. He enjoyed being at the helm of a ship, sailing out amongst the burning stars into the void. The small panel in front of him blinked in different … [Read more…]
By H. E. Remus Winter was on its way, but it was not yet present. It still felt like it could have been late autumn, when the cold doesn’t fall below 40 degrees and there is a damp stillness to the foggy air. One still put the seat warmer on when one got in the … [Read more…]
By H. E. Remus A short poem about writing indoors.
By H. E. Remus I know I am spoiled, but I can’t help thinking how much faster the line could be if people would move and make a decision about their stupid morning coffee. I remember how long the lines were on Earth… You’d need a full 45 minutes just to get up there and get a coffee, … [Read more…]
By H.E. Remus “Mom?” I call throughout the house. She doesn’t answer the usual, “I’m home!” I call out when I return from my best friend’s house in the evening. Over the water, the sun is setting, and I knew she would be cooking up dinner. That is, she usually is cooking up dinner around this time. I … [Read more…]