Playlist for this post I’m not sure where to begin. This is one of the harder stories to tell. I suppose the best and the worst thing about Jarvis was that he was a secret. He was my place to run to. My shelter when everything in my life had gone to hell. Now that… Continue reading Coming Undone – Excerpt from Not Your Legacy
Month: September 2024
Pure – Part 6
Playlist for this Post Sweat rolled down Andres back but it wasn’t just the heat. To say he was nervous would be understating the situation. He was terrified. It wasn’t everyday he was called to speak before a closed meeting of The Order. The reactors that supplied the artificial luminary had been shut down… Continue reading Pure – Part 6
Pure – Part 5
Adela could feel herself re-materialising, each DNA strand being restrung and wrapped around the next until she became solid again. It wasn’t exactly painful. It was just odd. When she opened her eyes the first thing she noticed was that the room was similar to the one she had left.
Pure – Part 4
Andre Russell had backed himself into a corner without even realising it. He’d sacked his old team and recruited another, thinking that it was just old school thinking that was preventing them from finding the solution to the rising heat levels. Since the start of February the new team had worked tirelessly, trying a dizzying array of different measures…
Pure – Part 3
The projector whirred and stuttered. Commander Anita Grey scowled at it just daring it to break down again.
Pure – Part 2
In an underwater world sealed off from its past the Keel could never be anything but incongruous.
Pure – Part 1
Zed Zone was the arse end of nowhere. It housed the downtrodden workers from the protein plant and those unfortunate enough to require a stay at the Reset, Rehabilitation and Decriminalisation Unit just across the road. It was a dreary place no matter how clement the weather was; all corroded chemical barrels and blocked drains spilling gloop from every punctured orifice and grate.
Born Again
Rain flailed the secluded cabin, vicious and unrelenting in its mission to soak the unprotected wood. It had rained for two days straight leaving deep frog infested puddles all around the emerald glade. Wind rattled at the windows and doors searching, seeking – for some small gap through which it could enter. Inside a couple struggled to keep warm in front of an old wood burning stove, their faces lined with worry.