I was traveling to St Ives, met a man with seven wives.
Each wife had seven sacks, each sack held seven rats, each rat had seven pups.
Pups, rats, sacks, and wives; how many were traveling to St Ives?
Tag Archives: Bryn Sparks
Short Fiction: Seven Wives
Short Fiction: The Tantalus Effect, Part 4 (The Orpheus Project)
And then a hooker with an oral genomorph–a proper clean one, her pimp attested, not a dirty street job–nodded and mumbled through the modified labial folds of her ruined mouth that Yes, this is the right place: this is where you can find the Old Mother.
Short Fiction: The Artemis Ascendancy, Part 3 (Orpheus Project)
Part three of five of The Orpheus Project serialization
Short Fiction: The Janus Affair, Part 2 (Orpheus Project)
A bleak island on the edge of the Arctic Circle. A twenty-year-old frozen corpse, seven mutilated men and women, and the ship’s doctor self-crucified upside down on a makeshift cross.
Short Fiction: The Orpheus Project, Part 1
John Grimm turns from the window looking out from his office halfway up the Physiology block. ‘Fuck I hate students,’ he growls. He drops his cigarette butt into a mug with a splash of coffee left in the bottom. With a hiss, the butt joins the bloated corpses of half a dozen of its fellows. Grimm moves from the cluttered desk by the window towards the door leading to his laboratory. He is naked except for a pair of boots. He clutches a packet of Marlboros in one hand and a silver lighter in the other.