“So, what’s the scope?” Grail asked leaning back against a smooth white wall rosery beads in a hand and a cigarette hanging out of the side of what one could only assume was a mouth jagged saw like teeth and little in the way of lips to cover them. Grail was wearing what looked like a leather jacket with a badge on one arm that had a picture of a firebug on it. His legs…
“What’s that noise?” Arnold asked nervously as he stooped behind his friend trying to see in the dim light cast by the mobile phone. “What noise?” A touch of fear mixed with bravado in Colin’s tone. “You didn’t hear that?” Arnold’s head snapped to the side as though he was heard or saw something else. “No, hear what?” Colin tried a handle of a door, it clicked and he pushed it open dust and cob…
“What the fuck is that!?” A small tracked machine exclaimed as it suddenly began to reverse. Something massive and dark, bigger then a skyscraper, a sound like tearing metal exploded from the depths of smog. A slender feminine frame next to him stopped mid air and surveyed the situation a bright red beam pulsed on a sensor surface on its head. Another huge explosion rang out shockwaves blasted through the air “FUCK” the little tracked…
She bit her and peered to the side she could see the yo boys coming towards her through her Tekni Vizers(tm) a data stream tumbled along the other side of her vision. Above the yo boys various tracks of data came into vision describing all their various vital statistics, gear, known records. “Hey there, you wanna play?” One of the half dozen guys asked in a robotic voice small round red LEDs in place of…
“Look at it,” he said staring out into the neon-lit cityscape of Sin, “A whole city dedicated to nothing but debauchery and madness, it truly is a sign that we live in a time beyond the event horizon. I remember talking long ago to fellow colleagues about what might happen when we realised our true potential as humans so few of them could have ever conceived of something like this.” He let out a laugh…
“This is Terminal-G-114 please respond” “Terminal-G-114 This is Silent Librarian we read you” “Silent Librarian This is Terminal-G-114, Ident Acknowledge, please maintain course and heading and state your business.” “Terminal-G-114, This is Silent Librarian, we have scheduled docking on station.” “Silent Librarian, This is Terminal-G-114, please hold.” A moment past. “Silent Librarian, This is Terminal-G-114 docking permission granted please follow the nav buoys to docking clamp Delta Seven One Two. Please acknowledge.” “Terminal-G-114, This is…
There was a loud clanking and rumbling as the monorail passed over head Kaos ran his chrome head through his chord like weaves of nanowire hair. Angular yellow filled eye slots seemed to glar in all directions at once like some kind of prey animal he squated down large expensive trainers wrapping over sized feet, combat fatigue pants and a large jilet revealed sleek black monofilament myomeres, the light occasionally catching the a reflective surface…
White megastructures soar through the clouds black vines clinging to them like the bulging veins of a weightlifter. Sky corridors crisscross the sky. Huge translucent sacks bob on the winds trailing huge tentacles of green and brown which sway with the air, inside the sack seem to be large canisters, hazard lights dot around the sack and down the trailing tentacles. Sky corridors connect to docking points were, for the most part, for lighter than…
I can’t help but find humans funny and ridiculous. You often hear of people talking of how they are the woven fabric of time and circumstance that they are created over time by the world around them. However are they not constrained and destroyed by that process? The real they the pure them their true being is submerged and suffocated by the process of other people and society. Who they truly are exists in the…
With Nanowrimo around the corner and my wasting of the last three or four months it’s time I force myself back into the habit of writing on a daily basis. In order to succeed in that event I need to be able to write around 1700 words a day, but I can’t just write about any old thing it has to be a single coherent story which of course is a bit of a problem…