Tag: prose

The eye clicks and the camera sends the image to a profile build; ever tiny little thing that spins out from this one action carries your DNA with them through the space that is now tailored to turn your from a visitor…

Player One, Layer One. The Tower Looms built out of the rising pitch where sound become word became script became narrative drive, and reality was wrapped around an instruction. The room rotates around him, and the world rotates around that, the universe…

‘When did you move into this place?’ Such an obvious question – but one to which the answer seems to buckle on approach. He looks at the person like their form is merely the suggestion of shape like a star that exploded…

He’s pulling on the stitches at the seams of a piece of music he hasn’t slipped into in a good long while – he’d thought it would be like a hot soak, but this was like a fat man zipped up in…

Parability, yes – he sits there and he talks the room around his finger; his spine a handle and his head the head of a spoon; he is stirring the world. Steward, Stewart; a stewpot. What kind of meat is that? What…

How do you build a love story? You put a stack of books in the corner and then you set light to them. What books? Probably Herodotus, or maybe Shakespeare’s sonnets – something like that. No, you buy a lot of candy…

Hack the system – the planets weren’t just that – spherical matter deposits in gravity wells designed to hothouse life and move out to change the way that consciousness was distributed throughout the universe – but they were that also. What kind…

‘It’s weird, you know, you tell a story like it is created in some kind of vacuum, but you know it isn’t, so I don’t know why you insist on continuing the pretense that it is.’ ‘If you don’t maintain the notion…

The crinkly edges of complexity are a fractal glitch of longshore drift. The son is a sun is a glowing nuclear ball that tucks and rolls like a pebble through the in and out of a tide that is taking a shore…

They set light to the horizon with a tac-nuke – a slow burn destined to be the only source of light under a bruise black sky. Red Wolf One was in geosynchronous orbit forty eight hours later, and Alpha Dog was sat…