Snowcloud says you don’t begin a story except at the place where things start happening. But if I were to begin with the tyrannosaurus blasting through the front windows of the Delphine estate’s ballroom during their annual Gooseberry Cotillion, and… Continue Reading
From a distance the statue looks like a giant marine in full tac-armour, helmet on and faceplate engaged so you can’t tell gender. There’s a rifle, looks like a Xenon Mark Two, propped against one knee and they’re sat with… Continue Reading
“Control, this is TIDO on the big loop.” “Go, TIDO.” “I have a Hawking anomaly on the timeline. Might be the start of a loop.” “CHRONO, any secondary indications?” “Negative, Control. Timecraft systems are nominal. I still have the return… Continue Reading
They grew a heart for her and had operated by the time Dr. Kracauer realised his colleague, Dr. Montague, misread the scan. “I didn’t misread it,” he said. “I read the report. I always do. It was all there.” “She… Continue Reading
General Rasa tilted the battlefield 36 degrees. This made the violet particles representing her army appear liquid, pouring across the holographic basalt to clash with the enemy units pooled below. Victory as subject to gravity, like a shell spine falling… Continue Reading
When I enter, Bob’s laughing into his whiskey while Steve’s gesturing wildly, mid-rant. “It only seems that way because we’ve got the attention spans of goldfish.” I spin a chair around and sit in it backwards. “Speak for yourself.” I… Continue Reading
A thought rippled through the formless mass. When it reached Zamba’s being, it tickled. She tried to block it from entering her psyche, but it was too strong. “Hello, my name is Becky. Will you be my friend?” Zamba had… Continue Reading
Writer’s block. I never thought I would have it again. But days passed, and I would type out a sentence and edit it down to two words. It’s the pulps, I told myself. A penny a word — by now,… Continue Reading
The switch is flipped. Gears begin grinding. 5:00Rami wakes up an hour earlier than his alarm. The sun is peeking through the 40th story window. There’s a pounding outside; a construction crew is furiously drilling through the pavement. TutTutTut TutTutTut… Continue Reading
We had a little funeral today in secret. We didn’t tell the Brogdonians. No one was in the mood to explain why we had decided to hold this human ritual they barely understand now. For this. We didn’t tell the… Continue Reading