These were not the lands of his ancestors. Long ago, his people had been men of the forest. They'd foraged and hunted in peace for generations in woodlands far to the east. Then, men with guns had taken their land, marched them off through tears to the empty places in the west they did not … Continue reading Stolen
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Ice
"Amazing!" Trina gushed. As she watched, a puddle of water behind the fume hood rose elegantly, its surface undulating as it spun as though a spindle, finally resolving itself into a distinct shape before freezing solid. The result was a tall, slender crystal perched delicately on a flashed base. "And that's water?" "Just water," Parker … Continue reading Ice
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Green
"Do you think there will be fountains there?" "I don't think so," Dina replied. "They said there isn't enough water. Everything's recycled." It was the day before their departure. The following morning their parents would take them to the spaceport at Canaveral, and they'd leave the only home they'd ever known behind them, shuffled … Continue reading Green
Michael T. Kuester 