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…
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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.
Not My Bed
“Can I have a word doctor?”
“Sure you can.”
Although Dr Lowry was extremely busy he came in to address the patient’s concerns. The man was dying. It was the least he could do.
“Isn’t there another bed some place?”
The man’s jaundiced eyes slid sideways in the direction of his fellow patient…
The Sacred
Poem about a place very special to me.
Staying Afloat – Chapter 20 from Not Your Legacy
18+ trigger warning. References to suicide.
Verisimilitude
Show them your wounds. Show them your scars. Show them your rusting prison bars. All they will see. And all they will know. Their own walled garden where roses grow. There may be thorns. And velvet petals. Perfumes that float amongst the nettles. One to protect. And one to fast hold. For there is no… Continue reading Verisimilitude
When they were Gone
All three were huddled on the bare wooden planked floor by the room’s only window. A saggy mattressed bed was available to sit on with its single sheet and worn out comforter but somehow this position better fit the circumstances. Fifteen year old Rena wrapped a strand of her twelve year old sister Charlotte’s auburn… Continue reading When they were Gone