Metaman

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I often find myself wondering how long humans have been fascinated by time and history. There are those who would suggest that it’s the unknown, the unobtainable that drives our hunger. And perhaps they are right.
The loss of our home world seven centuries ago was indeed a catastrophe beyond all imagination. We were at the very zenith of our technological achievement when the asteroid hit. It literally split our planet in two, sending one part careening into the heart of sun whilst the other disappeared into the far reaches of the solar system…

Not Even Ordinary Ordinary

Playlist for this Post It is his mother’s fault. And mine for letting her give him that stupid fucking name – Lucius. I still don’t know where she even heard it, maybe it’s made up. Ever wonder he’s getting the tripe kicked out of him daily. I probably should let him get a dose again… Continue reading Not Even Ordinary Ordinary

Concrete Phoenix

“Life had not been too kind to Declan just lately.  But according to the horoscope in this morning’s paper that was soon to change.  Not that he believed in that stuff.  The thirty four year old factory worker had gotten used to being a magnet for trouble over the last few years.  That was just how it was,” the old man read. He continued…

Tsilbora

Yet again Tsilbora attempted to scan the star ship as it hung motionless just inside the ghostly nebula.  She tried to punch a way through the electromagnetic interference it generated but it was no easy task.  She watched through the view screen as lightning lanced out from the towering clouds of gas, it’s jagged brilliance playing across the bow of the stricken ship.  Unknown energies pulsed within the nebula, spewing deadly bursts of radiation into the silent vacuum of space. 

Pathways

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Cereal or toast?  It isn’t such a difficult decision is it really?  But my brain is still fogged from the night before and right at this point in time making my mind up whether I want to hang on the cupboard door or hold it open is about as much I can handle this early on in the day.  After swaying for a minute I settle for draping my arm over the food stained door and groping around with my free hand scattering fossilized Shreddies and Cheerios that have lain undisturbed on the sticky shelves for months…

Bullet

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Shoving his hands deeper into his pockets, Arturo Delgado stumbled through the darkening streets as freezing rain fell like liquefied diamonds spilt from a black velvet sky.  Various shades of neon light bled into quivering puddles, their garish vibrancy reflected starkly until scattered by some errant foot…