We don't know who struck first, the machines or us, but we know it was us who burnt the sky It's a line from an old movie, I don't remember which, but it hardly matters. There is no sky here - only a memory.

As the ground fell away Janet experienced a burst of pure terror. In front of her knees the vast wings beat steadily, pulling rider and beast up into the dizzying sky. One question played on endless repeat

By the time Munroe left the theatre the world had ended. There hadn't been any sign of it before he went in. Nothing untoward during either. Yet somewhere between 'Maria' and the closing act of West Side

A week before the end of lunar cycle two I find myself hanging around a dodgy spaceport bar on the other end of a month long coverage of the Earth-Mars war. As my regular readers will know, that adventure

It was the day of Tommy’s disappearance that Magda first met Mr. Vaulkner. Or more precisely the anniversary of a day that had passed four years previously. She knew this because, as always, Mother had

I grew up (for the first few years of my life at any rate) living on the largely Afrikaans-speaking West coast of South Africa. Till I was four or five I spoke only Afrikaans, and while I'd love to be

Marmalade. Why was the whole fucking world marmalade? Edron had heard of Virt-worlds that were made out of candy or liquor or narcotics but fucking marmalade? He stretched out one hand from the bed and

This is a submission for the constrained writing contest here: The theme is a journal entry style submission. This will be the last day I write about. I'm sure of it now. A lot has happened the past few

I'm still not sure whether I was flying or he was really wearing a chewbacca fur coat. The certain thing was the goggles made everything weirder. "Where the hell did you get these?" I asked,

So, full disclosure: By my standards, this actually isn't that weird. It's the type of thing I would really end up doing anyway, but to some other people it may be considered a bit on the odd side... I

The scenario: The world is about to end and only you and a couple of other people know... Well, I don't like saying: 'I told you so,' so tempting as it may be to pre-record a video saying just that for

Dennis needed to get laid. In his previous incarnation it had been easy, he'd been handsome then, tall and sure footed across the warm planking of the ship he crewed. Woman, and a few men, had pressed

Well, after a few months blogging here on Steemit under my original account (@holothewise) I've found the need to create an alternate used solely for fiction writing. @holothewise is the account I use