Futadom Stories

“We’d better get going,” Siobhan slipped her phone back into her chosen purse for the day, a dainty yet faintly ominous pouch of black leather. I was pretty sure I knew how this evening was going to go, but I could think of at least a dozen powerful surprises small enough to fit in the tiny gaps between her phone, wallet, and lipstick. “The appointment’s at six-thirty,” I said, checking own phone and fumbling to get it ba...

Deep in the woods outside the village of Til'amin, Akila Solamin crouches silently. Every step she takes is as silent as a cat’s paw walking across a plush carpet. Her breathing is controlled and deliberate; long and slow. Designed to slow her heart rate, increasing her focus and calm. Her emerald eyes narrow, darting at every tiny movement in the otherwise still forest. Every leaf floating down from the canopy, every bir...