Hi, I'm J.B. Ezar, and I write speculative fiction. I gravitate towards quiet, subtle puzzle-box stories where readers are invited to piece things together, notice what characters miss, and resolve deliberately crafted ambiguity.
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Shine a Little Light When I barge in to take you, a length of rope coiled around my arm and a plasma knife in my pocket, you look up from the vegetable beds with such trust, my heart breaks. You feel safe in your backyard. Six years have passed since anyone...
Proper Entertainment The airlock hissed, rousing us from slumber. Tohwalt put down the breaker he was mending to watch the suited figure step inside. Occasional visitors weren’t uncommon in the off-season: some people came to Atull to taste the surfer’s life...
I sipped my wine and looked around the room. It was Gail’s and Jared’s new house we were warming, and Gail and Jared loved crowds. Their idea of entertainment was trapping assorted acquaintances to test who clicked and fit together and had a blast. I locked...
The next aberration spell stretched past all Kay’s estimates. I took stock. Rust had it the roughest. He’d been clawing at his prosthesis before, but now he was actively trying to get rid of his right arm. He rolled on the ground, aiming to smash the...
The silent ones came to the orchard at the ferret’s hour. They drifted in, tall and twitchy and unpredictable, sniffing the air, their eyes darting from tree to tree, fingers jerking as if in mental calculations. Dark figures against the thickening fog, they...
June 16, 1936. Something miraculous happened today. I was in Herr Steiner’s waiting room, about to be admitted for my nine o’clock class, when Frau Steiner remarked that I should tend to my belongings. I had brought nothing with me and was confused until she...