Heat Synch
Her tongue traced a line from behind his balls to the tip of his dick. His wings unfurled, and he found himself starting to roll through a boot sequence, a foam of maths gathering in a layer above this one, Somewhere two…
Category: Prose
Bouncing Around Inside Story Universes
So, as I write these fiction pieces it looks like they may become very referential to some of my other fictions, which if you read my other stuff, you are likely to spot. I just finished watching Black Mirror today, and I…
Blag Hole
He was a Con Artist – a real artist capable of painting the most beautiful confidence trick ever. This was a long con that, if he’d been working for legitimate forces might have been called deep cover – he wasn’t, so it…
Chicken With Check-In
The cough dropped. It tasted of lemon.He spat it out. A frog followed after, leaping out of his throat. ‘You are ident-scanned. Egg-head 52 from the Pick-Up; material from the loom stitched with needles culled from The Pinnacle.’ ‘Thanks, this was registered…