Second Home

One Hyde Park

“At nights the centre becomes a ghost town, punctuated by enclaves of life where tourists congregate in restaurants and bars near historic museums, galleries and theatres. Elsewhere local businesses and residents are long gone”

The Old Choir (2008)

Bible in Sanskrit

“He began to scream for help, for forgiveness, for mercy, for everything he could think of, until his lungs were raw and empty of air.”

The Flowers of War World (2007)

Sea thrift

I can see it now, the great figure of the autoch, no longer just a crimson smear on my overvision map. I ping my men over the squad net and we alight on the leaf of a flower, the glow of our jets banishing the shadow cast by the great petals overhead.

Nostalgia For Infinity rides again!

typewriter

Finally, we’re back on the air.

Go Read ‘ILU-486′

HELLO THERE. WE HEARD U NEED THIS. DON’T WORRY, WE LOVE YOU. EVERY PART OF YOU BELONGS TO YOU. [ILU-486]

F3: Funeral

It’s been a while since I’ve posted a piece of Friday flash fiction. I hope to post another entry later in the day explaining why. For the time being, here is another story that is technically too long to be flash, clocking in at 1,171 words. . FUNERAL