I’ve finally gotten around to finishing another short story, “Christworld,” which you can read online. This time it’s Mormon science fiction, and it’s also a little out there (both literally and metaphorically, come to think of it).
Two days after departure
I am Fleot, a chairmaker, and this is my record.
Our journey begins with a betrayal. We thought all on this ship were pilgrims like us — Duntam gave us no reason to believe otherwise — but there’s a now-hostile group of islanders from Tannik who expected an ordinary colony ship to a known planet, not a God-guided vessel without controls heading to a world they don’t believe exists.