#speculative

Monochromatic monitors painted the walls. Illuminated in a bizzare grey light, his elderly pores held the red tinge of inflammation from a dull razor. Strapped into the chair in the centre of the room,

I do a lot of thinking. I think in the shower. I think when I walk. I think when I'm at the gym, but I think my most absurd thinking happens when I sit inside my car at the automatic car wash. I first

Tomorrow's Daughter Collected

About the story and its writing

Ursula finds her mom

Ursula escapes a storm

Ursula reaches the end of the search for her mom

Ursula struggles to find her relatives in South Carolina

Ursula mourns her mom's death

In the near future Ursula spends time with her mom

On this winter day in Gobbler's Knob Punxsutawney Phil indicates Spring will come early. If that doesn't interest you then the recent market pattern may. The 19th of last month saw price leap above the

I just can't wait till Fridays arrive as these are my favorite days when a new episode of my beloved Silo series returns. Was very pleased with episode 5 today, it's also kind of relaxing. Today I felt

"That is what happened. So now, with the ring on your finger, you can return back to your city. You can become king again," I say. Pixabay "King? Is that the pinnacle of everything? Is that

The piece below is speculative fiction. I am asking questions. It also makes references to war and drugs that might be triggering. I apologise in advance. Photograph by moi using my Android phone It begins

An experimental poem

Maybe it is crazy, but just I bought some #LUNA with Digibyte #DGB. Now that is quite #speculative, I know. But, as I am on about a 50 to 75 percent loss, so far, why the fog not? NB Only what I want to

the boy gave the fire to the earth. it warmed the roots of the first river & it boiled into a desert, its spine twisted around dunes. the boy fed his blood into the blackened stump of the iron mountains

The next thing you know is opening your eyes to see you on the edge of a bridge about to jump, a crowd gathered behind you, begging you to stop. You stagger back in horror, stumble and fall on the road.

After the genocide, after the noise had stopped, the machines began rebuilding the earth. It was not a difficult task to plant the trees, to irrigate the soil and grow the seeds that cleansed the earth’s

A drawing of a possible speculative evolution or regression