Category Archives: Storiettes

I close my eyes and the people vanish. The train continues to rumble and clatter, the crossings sounding as we pass roads. The wheels make the same comforting rhythm despite being on seamless tracks. The perfectly modulated voice continues to warn of doors opening and closing, and to give the stops along the route.  IsContinue reading “Emergence”

Famous novelist, all round sweet guy, and life of the party, is dead. Laying on the floor he looks so incongruous with his established personality traits. Even sleeping it’s doubtful he could remain that still. Murder, it seems. At this party, no less! The attendees are all present, and herein hides the perpetrator of thisContinue reading “Whodunit”

Diovay’s Motivations Inside the Main Chamber in the last viable Antarctic outpost, the main has found herself surrounded by the local inhabitants, on the end of a series of questions. The are fractious and apprehensive: Diovay possesses tech way beyond what Earth was able to achieve before the Final Days, and as an Orbital, DiovayContinue reading “Diovay’s Motivations”

Outline: A traditional monarch realises her kingdom has been subverted to the machinations of an AI. She must choose between liberty and logic. She glides along the arched hallway, her crimson velvet gown billowing in her wake. Finding the Hall of Assembly empty and silent, she passes through the white marble benches, the cushions onContinue reading “Aide”

She keeps moving, too fast. Can’t catch up. Too quick. The black curtains hide her, the floor strewn with cushions, I can’t seem to make headway. She has a mask. It doesn’t suit her face. She keeps staring at me but always just as she disappears behind another curtain, disappearing behind another shade of darkness.Continue reading “The Scar”

Function: To demonstrate protagonist vs antagonist. ‘Well, you know dear, there isn’t just the time any more. You tried so hard and all the pain and trouble you went through with Larry really wasn’t your fault. You know, you do have your mental problems and you can’t help it. Dear old Larry was good toContinue reading “Villains”

She takes a conical glass of brightly coloured liquid from the dresser. Staring at the throngs bubbling around her swamped with vibrancy: halls and ceilings seeming to leak black and gold tinsel and coloured lighting all pulsating like heartbeats to their own rhythms. Her face screws up at the nasty, sickly bittersweetness of the drinkContinue reading “By the 100’s”

Coming in low over the sprawling, cluttered city, the plane shook as it swooped toward the landing strip. Craggily barriers hopefully demarcated the ‘airport’ from the surrounding metropolis and the heat began pulsing through the windows The entire holiday, dare I call it that, had been excruciating, and the descent into this equatorial city indicatedContinue reading “Out of Place”