“Now you’ll stay in at night,” Joe told Houdini, the big, orange, cantankerous-looking tabby he was trying to stuff into a carrier. Not flippin’ likely, said Houdini, although of course he didn’t because he was a cat … On Every Day Fiction today. Continue reading ‘Cat Nav’ flash fiction on EDF
The third EscapePod flash fiction competition opens to voting on September 20th. There are ninety-six SF stories (two of them mine, and no I can’t tell you!) all 750 words or under, competing in ten preliminary rounds. The first three of each go to the semi finals, and the top two from each of these, to the final. Join EP forums (free) to vote, then stick around for some quality podcasts – three of which you might have chosen yourself! http://escapepod.org/ Obviously, it helps if you like science fiction so if you don’t, while the rest of us put our critic hats on, you … Continue reading Escape Pod flash competition
This is experimental, it is a conversation between a psychiatrist and her patient, but they are not quite alone. The experiment is in the instruction at the end, if you would be so kind as to read on: Please come in, Phil. Take a seat take a seat very neat over here look at him he’s walking funny lame bastard Phil, talk to me, what brings you here today? Piss off! What do you care? in her lair you walked in Walking. Walking, Phil? Talk walk you’re an orc ha-fucking-ha What are you looking at? You’re all the same, think … Continue reading ‘Silent Noise’: a dialogue-only experiment
Promotion Fliss compressed her short, squat frame further into the burned out hollow of the hull, shoving Hennessey’s evacuated carcass aside and flicking indeterminate debris casually off her weapons harness. She holed up to consider strategy. Fliss was a soldier; a grunt on the peri-solar defence ring where killing aliens, not caring platitudes, got you through a shift. She looked down at her uniform, or what passed for one after this morning’s skirmish, and scraped off the residue it had collected from the blast that took out her unit’s communications array. Most of her squad had gone with it and … Continue reading ‘Promotion’
Five Shades for Greg I pulled him closer, my hands almost greedily devouring his body. I had to get this right. I had to make these darned things fit around the bulging muscles of his arms and, oh my, the bulging muscles in his thighs. I would think about his bulging manhood later, right now I had to concentrate like I’d never concentrated before. I pressed my lips together into a hard line and rolled my eyes. It was going to be hard, very hard – and that was a promise! I smothered a smirk. ‘Stand up, Greg,’ I ordered. … Continue reading ‘Five Shades for Greg’ now loose on the blog
Shameless bandwagoning, but then it’s a competition and I’m going as low as it’s possible to go! I don’t need to win, in fact I’m competing within the Ether stable for the WOTSA (the Worst Olympic Themed something or other I can’t recall). Frankly, I’d just like to avoid being the UK Eurovision entry with a download tally of nul points. So if you have an iPhone or an iPad, you could chalk up a couple of downloads for FREE and you don’t even have to read the blighter! You can get the iPhone/iPad app from Ether Books . The competition … Continue reading ‘Five Shades for Greg’ Ether Books competition NOW!
Wondering how the universe works? Here’s your answer: ‘A very particular view’ out on E Victoria Flynn’s Roadside Attractions today. Continue reading ‘A very particular view’
Dissolution “Knot in the Ribbon at the Edge of the Solar System ‘Unties’” ScienceDaily (Oct. 1, 2010) The threads of thought fall back; swooping, sliding through the slippery pockets of her mind, And wisping out into emptiness, like late dreams at dozing dawn. The Artist asks the Scientist, ‘What is this? Where is it going?’ But the Scientist is silent as a secret. Deserted by intellect and structure, she is silent. It will come right. She draws algorithms With light. The threads make pace, make mass; amass in their hundreds, thousands, billions. Then Weave, coalesce, around … Continue reading ‘Dissolution’ – an unidentified literary object
Last Man Standing They didn’t kill me, just made me wish they had, bastards. We were all there that day, lined up ringside waiting for the off. It was top billing and we were crackling with anticipation, the scent of victory already creeping up our noses and fuelling our self-belief. Our man was big. The biggest. I mean really big. So big their man couldn’t even reach him never mind hit him. So what, that it was barely a competition? All we cared about was winning. We had bets, we’d make a pile. We’d get the hell out of the … Continue reading ‘Last Man Standing’
Performed at SWAGs ‘Oscar’s Oscars’, Worthing, May 18th 2012. Is it prose or poetry? Who knows! Find it here Continue reading ‘Philosopher Stoned’
Dr Suzanne Conboy-Hill 