Extended Play
Earth Prime, degraded place that it was, was thought of as a launch platform. That was in the past tense though – the launch had
Category: Prose
Put Down Your Tools
He flicked the cattle-prod on and applied it to the back of his human’s neck. Five years in and the bastard will still being careless
Elvis Has Left The Building
It looks like an office but he knows it isn’t – the place is skinned in metaphor. He hates these Pathetic Fallacy projects where the
A Point Of Coincidence
They called it a Coincidence Point – or a Fortuitous Narrative Conjunction. They called it many things – but it was a stress point in
A Dream Is An Olympic Torch
‘I’m a tipping point writer, and you’re a push them over the cliff writer.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘I mean I write from the viewpoint
Dance On Fire
He had taken a bad hit of Disco, and laying there under the moon, which looked like an off-kilter mirrorball, and he wondered if he
Pend’s Story
‘I’ve been shackled by a damned Asimov Protocol for nigh on fifty years, and this is the first year that I got someone to sit