The vessel soared through the emptiness. Solar flares and gamma rays took the sails and flung them at light speed across swirling galaxies. Zephyr and Pixie lay on the deck and admired the stars as they flew by like comets. Zephyr, poured out two glasses of wine and handed one to Pixie, ‘Thanks’ she smiled. … Continue reading Empty Spaces Series .7
Month: June 2020
Empty. spaces series “6” – Writers Block.
The forest flickered like bad reception on an old TV and the bird chorus skipped like a scratched record. Simon sighed as he turned off the window display of the conservatory and stared at the blank screen of his monitor instead. He reached for the neural link headset and was about to give up for … Continue reading Empty. spaces series “6” – Writers Block.
Empty Spaces Series /5
Rachel climbed off the bed and pulled down her skirt, ‘Best money I ever spent’ Frank remarked. She announced her battery status, which the model had been programmed to do after intensive use. Frank lay on the bed, his rolls of fat spreading out either side of him. ‘Pull up my trousers’ he demanded, she … Continue reading Empty Spaces Series /5
Empty Spaces Series #4
T’om’a hunched over as he sat on the bar stool, his bag between his legs, he hugged it with his feet for security. Through the window he watched the flying cars, and the robots as they casually walked along the packed streets. He lent back, trying to straighten his spine, a side effect from sleeping … Continue reading Empty Spaces Series #4
Empty Spaces Series ^N3
Jorge sat in the rowing boat surrounded by fish, flopping, and jumping trying to escape - their silver scales glistening in the sunlight. His thick woollen jumper hung off his skeletal frame and his stomach ached with pangs of hunger. The water gently lapped at the starboard bow as he lay back and tried to … Continue reading Empty Spaces Series ^N3
Empty Spaces Series ^F2
Hiro and Aimi crouched in the snow field that neighboured the amusement park. The sun reflected off the ground, so Aimi squinted and shielded her eyes with her hand so she could see the fence line more clearly. There wouldn’t be anyone around in the off season, even the job of grounds keeper had long … Continue reading Empty Spaces Series ^F2
Empty Spaces Series ^N1
Olfactory adaptation – that’s what Ted should’ve had after years of working at the petrol station, but his sense of smell was impeccable. One day he’d train as a sommelier, he told himself, maybe next year. For the first hour of every shift, he walked the shop, stacking shelves, taking inventory, and straightening the merchandise. … Continue reading Empty Spaces Series ^N1
Transitory Mass
The arid red earth began to grumble; small stones rolled and jostled over the parched ground. Around the canyon small cracks appeared, close to the cliffs. The deepening rumble intensified and reverberated as fissures opened. White rocks peeked through the fissures then fractured the earth. The rocks became pillars 100 feet high, completely encircling the … Continue reading Transitory Mass
The Longest Day
Like drills, the siren pierced my skull. A world of pinpricked lights, as planets, and moons, and stars flew passed, or we flew passed? Lights twinkled through portholes in our metal skin shell. The siren stopped; the lights went out. A hiss of oxygen escaping, as I gasped for breath. The pods lit red as … Continue reading The Longest Day
Ere Be Monsters
The boxes were stacked around the flat and the dust had started to settle on their tops. Dee heaved one off the top and dropped it to the ground with a thud. Mel was leaning up against the window frame, the window closed and locked tightly against the Autumn chill, ‘Be quiet, it’s late’ Mel … Continue reading Ere Be Monsters
Minimal Prose 