Occam’s Orbit

Co-ordinates prepared. Paragon seated, they were ready to depart yet Tay insisted they wait. So they did. Ship signatures began to appear, leaving...

Awkward Youth

Full access. Lore quickly downloaded a map of the facility to their Breacher before they began their search properly. While doing so they also...

Training Days

“Full Transparency.” Lore tried to swallow the lump in their throat. “The Rexian cube had a bit more on it than just languages. It had a few ‘key...


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I, Myself and Me

A self-portrait.

Brexit Benefit Breakfast

I revisited a town yesterday for the first time in a while, and felt very much an outsider. All I needed I felt, was a horse, a black hat and the...

Love, Rehab, and Mutant Turtles (Epilogue)

Previous Chapter Epilogue The recovery room was just as white and pristine as Nick had imagined it. Profound thirst gripped at his dry throat...

Love, Rehab, and Mutant Turtles (6)

Previous Chapter 6. A Shit End to a Shit Date Nick floated beneath the churning water, trying not to imagine what manner of nasty was surrounding him...

The Marked Man

still at large from Isis, Daesh, Mossad, Boko Harum, Al-Shabaab, Holy child-predators, quasi-tolerant populists, self-righteous, disrespectful Christians, miltant Evangelists, et al.!

A Drop In The Ocean

A Drop In The Ocean By Paul McCann Walk away , escape from the rat race to an open place, where the sun touches the sky and the seagulls fly where...

A Hard Glass

. Hard Glass By Paul McCann Life can be lonely now and then without a friend or two , when no one seems to care about what I’m going through there’s...

The Truth on Atheism

My father came home from work the one day a guy had asked him how far is heaven from earth, then said “as far as your knees are from the ground”. An...

Shakespeare Must Die Act 2

Act 2 – Five years have passed – it is now 1598 Scene 1 Richard Burbage storms into his office, slamming the door behind him . Burbage R – Bastards!...

"sonnet 66"

a christmas sonnet.


Nostalgic, twee and sentimental. No, you're quite right, best ignored. Image is free to use: created by Ixan Sinsuke, source
Story of the week


The gaunt old man in the pinstripe suit hovers over the microphone and starts speaking in a strange accent before they are ready. ‘It’s a ridiculous...

The streets

These streets are so full of junk it’s a miracle anything gets moving. These streets are so chock full of stuff that you cannot move for love nor...

Love, Rehab, and Mutant Turtles (5)

Previous Chapter 5. Sewer Sirens Nick had been shot enough times to know that if he still felt the pain, it wasn’t as bad as it could be. Judging by...

The Wind Is...

The Wind Is my friend – nutritious and delicious as it breathes across my brow in the heat of day doggerel and scorching at times. I can feel once...