Author

Michael W Cho

Michael W. Cho lives in Tempe, Arizona, where he plays Spanish guitar for his day job. He has publications in Terraform and Daily Science Fiction>, among others. In his work, Michael focuses on bleeding-edge topics such as politics, futurism, and flesh-eating monsters. He began writing in his pre-teens as way to process losing his D&D; group, and despite often turning down the Call to Adventure in later years, often finds himself returning to the Journey.

Different Kinds of Heroes

The lizard, Lunnie, clung with tiny claws to Bron's ham-like shoulder. "Heroes and their plot armor!" she meeped indignantly. "Plot armor?" With great daring, Bron had snuck into the lich's dungeon, seeking its magical crown, and was now squeezed into a niche off the main…

Banana Pudding Girl

Her skin was lusciously smooth and mocha-colored, which reminded me of a very sweet coffee drink (and a very sweet barista I'd had once), and that's why I invited her to a coffee shop. But I didn't come right out and proposition her--there's a process, a sequence, a dance.…

Of Magic Ash and Broken Glass

The girl sweeps in on a cloud of pumpkin-colored satin and brocade as fine as cobwebs. Her entrance stirs the room like a diamond dropped in a crystal decanter, and the ballroom, adorned with elegantly garbed schemers, turns to gaze upon her as one. Surely, this is the enchanted…

Care

You feel hungry," Care told Makato. The food tray in front of him contained pureed carrots, boiled spinach, and protein cubes. Care had been made with placid eyes, a doll-like nose and mouth, and straight brown hair. Makato looked at the front of his belly, and it grumbled.…

Inventing the Gods

The god wandered into his temple one morning after an absence of years. Someone, he saw, had been faithfully sweeping the floors and mending the roof. Someone had sacrificed a fish on the altar, leaving a heap of ash and bone. Given the poverty of the village, this was not an…