KL Forslund

Kensington eyed his nemesis across the table as he dunked his biscuit into the cup of tea before him. The count began as he recalled the...

Captain Raptor woke with a start. There was sand up his nostrils and he’d had a bad dream about losing his ship and crew. And hat. He...

I stand at the trail head, looking out from the forest edge across the fence gate and the field beyond. Vauthier's place I imagine. Funny...

This is not your usual computer lost my file and I don’t have another copy. I just wasted twenty minutes trying to find a neat flash...

I should have seen it coming when Yasunori said, “I thought there would be turkey.” The thin whispery voice from the translator carried...

I ran across a recent article, the author bemoaned what killed Steampunk. The larger response pointed to the plethora of places...

“You sure you won’t try it? Just bring it to your mouth, and suck the stuff out.” Rhoda held up her paw, “Oh no, I couldn’t. I have to...

I'm behind posting a weekly article. What happened? Don't I have these queued up? Answering in reverse order: Not always. Good...

Another month’s distance from the original idea, and I’ve added a chunk of story complication and action. Who Wants to be a Technomage?...

Captain Locke unstrapped his service pistol and set it on the bed. Then he returned to the foyer where he’d kept Lady Keye waiting. “Is...

Captain Raptor grew tired of waiting. The lighting in the hold was terrible, but his hat shielded him from the annoying LEDs in the...

A month ago, I shared a first draft short story. A prequel to how Alex Rune assembled a group of technomages. In real life, around 2003...

Victor tossed the unread book on the counter, making a loud thunk in the otherwise quiet lab. The CDC Policy Guide For Containment and...

“This is diagram eighty three of my finger nail’s regrowth. Notice how...” Captain Locke struggled to raise his eyelids to full mast, but...

“Alright old people! Line up for your bingo cards and drop your valuables into this sack” The Dilophosaurus named Dillan stood on a...

I don’t wish to alarm you, but Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein is nothing like the movie Young Frankenstein. No Igor. No platform raised to...

I find it takes more work and revision writing fiction than non-fiction. Along with fixing mistakes, details and how I present things...

When he stepped into the hallway from his room, Captain Locke looked as far from the part of well to do investor as a thirsty man was...

“That’s a stupid plan Cap’n!” Cera stomped around Angus, who stood at the ship’s wheel. Captain Raptor stood his ground. She’d come...

Last week, I caught wind that an author I’d met long ago had their books stolen and put for sale on a pirate site. They had the situation...