Little Blue Men
Dr Corman volunteered to strip naked in front of the aliens so they could see what we looked like. She was joined by one of the linguists, a man named Aaron, to show our gender dimorphism.
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Dr Corman volunteered to strip naked in front of the aliens so they could see what we looked like. She was joined by one of the linguists, a man named Aaron, to show our gender dimorphism.
Stories do not always require overly complicated ideas. I let the idea be simple for this one—a dream of the old ways, if you insist on knowing. It still needs characters to bring it to life. Hence, a story.
about an occasion of a queen receiving gifts on her birthday. What gift would you give to someone who almost literally has everything? Well, that would very much depend on your motives, as we find out in this little tale.
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Robots are one of my favourite things to write about! This one is inspired by a couple of articles in my news feed. One was about robotic police officers, the other about human population growth.
Scenes of Mild Peril Read More »
Welcome to our countdown of the top ten fantasy rides, where we list our favourite creatures to convey us into battle, or away from it. Pick you snail or pig, or dragon! But remember real dragons are arrogant, even if they agree to carry you.
Top Ten Fantasy Rides Read More »
This is a very dark short story, certainly far darker than my usual stuff. The idea came from a role-play scenario I was writing. The two soon went down separate paths, the story ending quite different from the scenario.
It took him a long time to wake up, only to discover what he thought was a soft bed was in fact the muddy ground. The filtered light wasn’t streaming through a hotel window, but was the shadows cast by the trees surrounding him. He tried to stand and just about made it to his knees. He looked around and saw nothing but trees in every direction. This wasn’t the Coventry he knew.
Inspired by dusting my office. Most people would have grabbed the furniture polish and wiped the dust away without a second thought. As a writer, I did the same, but with many thoughts.
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The story started when I was dragged to a car boot sale myself. I didn’t find a magic pendant, nor a lost Turner seascape or a forgotten Clarice Cliff jug. What I did find was the name Wildgust and a story about travelling to an alternate dimension. The title came very soon. I wrote the words ‘mad gnomes.’
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Where did all the eggs and chicks come from anyway? It’s not all lost in the mists of time and legend, but much of it is conjecture and guesswork. So, here’s my contribution to the mythos.
Hecta and the Rabbits Read More »