Tag: prose

The face plate was non reflective; a dark empty hole where a face should have been. And the voice that emerged from behind it sounded like it had been dug up, a dusty dead thing that reverberated with the noise of a…

It wore her father’s face, and she didn’t mind. It wasn’t here to hurt her. Time had clogged in the throat of this place; history was giving it bad digestion – but a flower had bloomed in this room. ‘Your petals are…

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…

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…

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…