Being a three inch tall cyberpunk fairy ain't easy, not in a city like New Old Bedlam.
Ever since that brilliant madman Von Edsol Cartwright had cracked the dimensional rift tech, universes had been spun together like a tie dye shirt.
Orcs with nose rings and bioluminescent tattoos arm wrestling minotaurs in a cantina orbiting a brown dwarf star by equal parts sciences and magicks, New Old Bedlam got pulled into at least ten galaxies before winding up here.
She'd heard of at least 90 thousand Earth variants and easily half of them sounded like a paradise to Feruna. If only she could put together enough scrit to book a reasonably safe wormhole transit.
Maybe she should let that runt cyber dragon Kebrex take her on that date after all. She could sweet talk him into a lil bit of unsanctioned verse hopping, maybe.
Daniel Christensen is an author of poetry, science fiction, high fantasy and little blurb stories that bubble up out of dreams. His writing has recently been published in The Last Stanza Magazine, Harrow House, Four Tulips Magazine and Lunchbreak Review.
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