Category: Writing
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The Void
The reverse thrusters fired a precisely calculated number of times in various directions, bringing the small ship to a complete stop. Kas checked the readouts on one of the monitors, and realised the ship was ever so slightly out of position. Instead of entering all the new numbers, she grabbed the manual control, and nudged…
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A Stitch In Time
Daryn stepped out of the kettle, and down the steps. Josene, the operator, was staring at her, subconsciously tapping at an imaginary watch on her wrist. Daryn shrugged. “Took a little longer that I thought it would.” Josene sighed, and let her gaze wander down the mile long metal tube that was secretly buried beneath…
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This Old House
The old house had sat at the bottom of the road, hidden behind overgrown trees, a dense thicket of bushes, and grass that was taller than her, since forever. Becky had never dared go nearer to it that peeking through the jungle of growth to see the smashed and yellowed windows. Only when she was…
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Watching Paint Dry
It was my job to watch paint dry. Now, I know what you’re thinking, watching pain dry sounds about as exciting as watching paint dry. You’d be surprised though. There’s a certain knack, maybe even a skill, but definitely a talent, to watching paint dry, and very few people have it. None of my colleagues…
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The Ruinator
George didn’t know he was evil. Not until it was too late. And anyway, it started off as a bit of fun – there was no way he could have foreseen the subsequent escalation. It began with an idea. George realised one day, while opening a bottle of wine, that he knew how time travel…
