New Questions

Mud coated my exosuit boots as I moved toward the day's co-ordinates. My breath replaced the once-rhythmic wash of waves. "Water levels still decreasing, decided when you're returning?" "Another season won't hurt," I glanced at the data, deep activity readings implied microscopic life, "hate to lose ground." The receding waters left behind new questions previous... Continue Reading →

Dreamware Beta

Sweat made my clothes stick. I finally found him in the greenhouse. "Need help?" he said... unsure. I slogged through muddy thoughts; bath, dinner- produce still low; new fertiliser, new supplier? He waited, annoyed. "I'm fine," I said, words too stuck. I left. That night I dreamed of tangible thoughts, tendrils reaching, seeking connection. He... Continue Reading →

New Worlds

Across the water, something glistened. Had he finally found it? Racing, stumbling through waves, he slipped. The water dragged him under. He kicked and thrashed for an age. Ever sinking, tired now. He'd searched for nothing. A voice, otherworldly and infinite, reached him beneath the river's roar, "fight, human." One final moment, through agony, he... Continue Reading →

September 2021

Diverse Author Shout Out First off, I'd like to congratulate Nakia Cook on the release of her debut novel, Inamorata, a supernatural thriller featuring a black, Muslim protagonist. It's such an achievement to get that first novel done and published, her dedication to her stories and her craft is inspiring. Her warm and authentic presence... Continue Reading →

Debt to be Paid

Radiation reached his skin through UV-resistant clothes. "Four-hundred-thirteen billion credits for today's contestant! If he survives..." A hidden crowd cheered. He retrieved his only permitted secret ingredient with a blistered hand. "What's today's contestant chosen for us?" Blinding light. The crowd gasped. The glare receded and he staggered forward, balancing a platter, alien delicacies piled... Continue Reading →

Timeless

Despite countless weeks spent on coding and design, she'd almost forgotten the outfit. School notification; dance-hall activated. Eyes closed, chest tight, time to upload. Other students uploaded too, filling the dark virtual dance-hall with a chaos of colour. The guests contrasting with timber decor meant for long-lost tuxedos and ballgowns. She took a moment to... Continue Reading →

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