Entries by Beth W. Patterson

Blaster of Puppets

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by Beth W. Patterson   “What’s wrong? Did your sense of humour dump you too?” I was too preoccupied with my skinned knees and bleeding palms to answer Jason. Portia, his ex for whom he’d left me, continued her annoying hyena laugh. I slowly rose from the pavement to face him. “Not at all,” I […]

Nodes and Modes

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by Beth W. Patterson   There was no sound in space, but she felt the music of the spheres with her whole body. The starship had been programmed with pre-recorded songs to break the tedium. But she pined for live music, even more than she missed green grass beneath her feet, a crisp breeze, or […]