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Created 05 Jul 2021
  • Option Oblivion
    15 Oct 2021 • 29 min read
    Planetfall Battleship Cassius, the dreaded hulk and gilded pride of the armada, hung at high-orbit anchorage above Tycho. Fifty kilometres of obsidian steel from angular stern to pointed bow. Its abla...
  • Mr. Visconti's Daughter
    09 Oct 2021 • 23 min read
    My grandmother’s garden always smelled of vanilla Ice-Cream Shrubs; Yesterday, Today and Tomorrows; and lemon Pelargoniums—especially after the rain. The moss-covered paving would be slippery, and the...
  • A Note on Science Fiction
    30 Sep 2021 • 3 min read
    Blackness. A starless sky. The vast emptiness of space. Ever has the collective imagination of mankind been preoccupied with the heavens above our heads, and with the prospect of a future tied inextri...
  • Cthulhu vs. Kaiju Part 2/2
    22 Sep 2021 • 28 min read • 1 0
    EX OBLIVIONE We were eating a late dinner in our new canteen when the leviathan haulers finally arrived. They’d flown over ten thousand miles without stopping, slowing only for in-air refuelling and s...
  • Cthulhu vs. Kaiju Part 1/2
    16 Sep 2021 • 22 min read • 2 0
    EMERGENCE The elevator doors opened with a jolt, and a silky female voice announced our arrival. “Platform 53D,” she stated in a southern drawl. They changed the automated voice every day. Yesterday, ...
  • Kaiju Noir
    10 Sep 2021 • 32 min read
    It’s an hour before the sun will creep its way over the city walls, high as they are, but the dust rolls in, steady as always. I sit at my desk and try to kill yesterday’s hangover by getting an early...
  • January Through the Years
    01 Sep 2021 • 24 min read • 2 0
    January, 1946 Kent’s oft-lamented dreary weather painted the landscape in a bleak greyscale, yet bestowed an enchanting sense of depth to Brittany’s surroundings. Scotland’s moors might be renowned ac...
  • Big Bloody Ben
    25 Aug 2021 • 18 min read • 2 0
    Tip zigzagged between mounds of horse manure—some fresh, some already weeks old—that dotted the streets of southeast London. He was out of breath, and the city air, thick and dark like molasses, did l...
  • Honengyo
    16 Aug 2021 • 40 min read • 2 0
    The village lay strewn across the shoreline, a vast swathe of rubble and debris. Broken timbers stabbed up at the sky like accusing fingers. The cracked pillars of a toppled torii lay in the dirt like...
  • Cipactli
    05 Aug 2021 • 53 min read • 2 0
    Among the Reeds Tepin wriggled his toes into the soft clay at the water’s edge. Palms swayed lazily overhead in the warm breeze and sunlight speckled his skinny arms. The air was filled with the hum a...
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