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The Return

The media liked to call it ‘the Boomerang Probe’, whenever they could be nudged into reporting on its progress. More prosaically, the team of scientists and engineers behind its development had named it the…

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On and On and On

On the fifth anniversary of his father’s heroic death in a far-off jungle, a nine-year-old boy pleads and screams as he’s dragged into a tool shed by his drunken stepfather. On the twenty-fifth anniversary, the boy…

  • Aug 25, 2026

    The Game

    Mum pointed at the grass, still lush-green despite the summer.“Tread softly,” she said. “The dead soldiers lie just under the surface.”She loved highlighting hidden dangers.Everything came with a warning, another test…

  • Aug 25, 2026

    Butterfingers

    He pronounced his name, ‘Gee’, like the French name, Guy. That’s what he said when I hired him as a dishwasher. But, he left the plates greasy. And, he kept breaking the glasses as they slipped through his hands. I was…

  • Aug 25, 2026

    Oh, the Places You'll Go Into!

    Black was slimming; red-and-white stripes, not so much. I guess black would make me look like the Grim Reaper. Not a good look for a hospital volunteer.“You’re early,” Hunter, the pharmacy supervisor, said, his bearded…

  • Aug 17, 2026

    Cursed

    To stay safe and free is a constant battle. Wherever I land, wherever I hide, human hands plunge into reeds, rushes, and bushes - thorns or not. To smear pond weed and carrion blood on my golden feathers is of little…

  • Aug 17, 2026

    A Different View

    Alex slipped on his Augmented Reality goggles and stepped into the street. With a blink he could edit out the noise and smell of the chaotic world. As he walked, he removed the tramps and beggars, the joggers and the…

  • Aug 17, 2026

    Yard Sailing

    "Yard sales," Dad muttered. "These vultures want you to practically give it away.""Yeah, that's why you just sell the junk and donate the good stuff." One person's unwanted junk is…

  • Aug 17, 2026

    Moirai

    In the bare hills beyond the derelict town, the few spared trees were exposed to the savage wind, whispering ancient secrets as they were ravaged.For a moment Atropos was transfixed by that tortured dance.Soft sounds at…

  • Aug 17, 2026

    Wildfires

    A dense cloud of dreams from across the border settled over the city. City officials urged the citizens to stay up as long as possible. Loudspeakers on street corners blasted patriotic music throughout the day.…

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