You all had your favourite player you’d hope would win. Was I a favourite? Opening my eyes, I looked over at a camera hovering at my face and glowered dangerously, hoping my face would fill a few million screens. My final close up, I thought.
Every soul he had guided back had spoken of beauty and peace. Some had spoken of paradise. But Kane knew the dark awaited him, cold and unending.
A rewrite of my story Ghost Speed about travelling faster than light and what happens at those speeds to a lone pilot.
Metal has a sound that sings shrilly through the nights and days. To my ears it is the most harmonious thing I ever heard.