More words from the cat, channelled by Guy T. Martland. The Slaves have returned. And it now seems as if they are intent on torturing me. From my curled position on the bedspread, I first hear the plug

More words from the cat, channelled by Guy T. Martland. What the…? I look at the suitcase in the centre of the room. It is open, empty. But its reappearance can only herald one thing: my Slaves are due

A short story by Guy T. Martland My Slave seemed pleased with the words I wrote for him a few weeks back. So much so, in fact, that he had the temerity to pass them off as his own. The cheek of it! Perhaps

The second and final instalment of this story by Guy T. Martland *** To catch up: The White Cat Zugzwang Part 1 *** ‘You will see the details of the mission now, just in case you have any questions. Then

A short story by Guy T. Martland ‘The Marathrall strip was what the whole war was about you know. How it started. The machine, the alien artefact, complicated everything,’ the man said, moving a chess

A short story by Guy T. Martland I spy on my slave through the slit of the ajar doorway. He’s sitting in his usual spot, in front of his computer, staring out at the window beyond. Occasionally he’ll tap

A short story by Guy T. Martland It was one of those days in early autumn, when the world is still clinging onto the vestiges of summer. A few moments ago, it wouldn’t have been possible to sit outside,

A short story by Guy T. Martland You start with a blog. Maybe put some of your writing up there, try and entice a few people with some interesting posts and a few photos. You spend ages scouring the blog’s

This is a story I've just written for @CarolKean's Mad Cow Contest. I had at first toyed with a bleak idea involving prions and revenge in some kind of laboratory setting, but this struck and just seemed

A short story by Guy T. Martland.          The waitress drifted lazily across the café, shoving the filter coffee onto the tabletop with an indelicate grace. Coffee