One Theory of Everything
Blog URL http://www.tonyamoore.com/blog
Tags writer, ruminations, books, science fiction, poetry, videos, general, miscellany
Personal blog of Science Fiction and Fantasy authot, Tonya R. Moore
Latest Blog Posts
- Tightrope Cat on Oct 31, 2009 in frontpage
Masika sat in her apartment, cowed by the gloom and dirty-gray walls. That old fashioned clock in the kitchen was ticking so loudly it scraped at her nerves. Her fingers itched to rip it down. Her toes curled into the fabric of her couch. She pondere...
- Off the Beaten Path is Up the Creek on Oct 10, 2009 in frontpage
The highway is a thing of beauty, as long as you understand that what you see is more than a mere ribbon of asphalt receding into the thirsty horizon on a desert road. The boy named Case, he knew it well. He'd been fascinated with the thi...
- Devious Machine on Oct 1, 2009 in frontpage
Ginger conjured a cool, dark river. The bottoms of her feet actually tingled as they slipped over the smooth rocks in the virtual riverbed. As she lowered her body into the wetness, frightened river fish darted around her legs. She...
- Neophyte and Paradox on Sep 24, 2009 in frontpage
I've been having the same dream ever since I became Xu's apprentice at the Southern Temple. It happens at odd moments, whether I'm awake or asleep. The world melts into stormy blue and wet. I get caught up in a silent, spinning wind...
- Moonlit Mariposa on Sep 1, 2009 in frontpage
There is an old man--bright-eyed and hawk-nosed, who makes the daily trek to a ragged garden overlooking the sea. He occupies the same wrought iron bench at sunset every day. With only a crooked tree and sea grapes to keep him company, he...
- Kill the Messenger on Aug 23, 2009 in frontpage
There is no such thing as silence in the world. The earth hums incessantly. Playing the wind and the electric energy of human lives, every city orchestrates its own chaotic symphony. It was just noise but when Cara was floating thro...
- Harlequin on Aug 17, 2009 in frontpage
A clock-work doll sits atop a wobbly mountain of rubble. He has dry, empty sockets where his eyes should be. His smile is wide and full of teeth. A fat tear hangs in suspended animation, mid-dribble down one dirty cheek. The a...
