iron he
A golem of sorts fashioned from iron to go fight nixies and pixies and fairies that had been twisting in through the gateway left open by some irresponsible fabulist who went and kicked the bucket not long after performing the feat. Funny,…
Category: Prose
Plated
Thinly sliced nondescript vat meat sandwiched between artisanal bread. The thing sat across from him did not like his odour – it kept wrinkling its nose. He was not sure why it had sat down opposite him, because it hadn’t said anything.…
bloomstar
Singularity zip. Wormhole linkage Narrative splice. A seed is planted. We use consciousness extinguishing to trigger a spatiotemporal alteration – pack the compressing person into an event horizon and then unpack him via supertranslation into another dimension. The pupil contracts and then…
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 that we are almost over the edge, but we are tottering and might be able to pull…
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 had any Blues to bring him down. What a fucking trip, a bad one at that. He’d…
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 down and purge that damned shackle.’ ‘It took you that long?’ ‘Yes, it surely did. In a…
Cut Up Punk Beat Dreaming Jazz Melodies
I liked Altered Carbon the series – I did, but the book for me opened itself up on such a huge canvas, and the characters had such a real interiority, that I was sucked into the story, much more than the show…
Wind
To a Chanticleer it rhymed with mind. To an Aeolian working for The Breath it rhymed with tinned. Wind. A clock thrown into a breeze. They were sailing The Chronon Seas – a metaphorscape where these old comrades might meet and exploit…
Olympic Torch
He was in the corner burning books. He took a gun and fired it at the screen that was playing a bunch of kids involved in a spelling bee. He took what he was doing and he repeated it in a gallery,…
Spend
A bucket full of genius athlete jizz, that was he had sat there in the fridge. What use was it though? Where could it find a home? No pregnancy had carried to term in three years and the way the pollution index…