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Point of Divergence

In counterfactual fiction, otherwise known as alternative history, there is by necessity a moment at which the facts of our existence end and the speculation of the author kicks in. You would think that this turning point would have to … Continue reading

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La Tormenta en un Teacup

Their faces showed confusion, bafflement and uncertainty. So he put down the prop and explained. “This cup…what does it contain? Tea. Brought here by the British, from their trades in the sub-continent. The East India Company, indeed. The cup itself … Continue reading

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Heirloom

Dear Great-Grandchild, First things first; I very much doubt that you exist. All that you’ve known is existence, so that doubtless sounds weird. What I mean is, my whole life always appeared to me to be destined to result in … Continue reading

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Time’s ‘Person of the Year’ for 2038

Sierra Mañana, author and revolutionary, was unheard of a mere eighteen months ago. Then, her book A People’s Planet; You are the Saviour of Earth was published, and has since been translated into almost fifty languages on its way to becoming … Continue reading

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Parades Decommission

“Banned?!”, gasped Marshall Topper in total incredulity. “Banned. Completely. Across the board. Without exception. Pointless bloody things; disrupt traffic, cause congestion, rile everyone up, result in noise pollution… Hideous.” There was a tense, aghast silence, as those present took in … Continue reading

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“When he reached The New World, Cortés burned his ships…”

“I shoulda known you’d pull somethin’ like this.” I kept quiet, looking out the passenger’s window and ostensibly searching for a free parking space. The hiss in his voice told me that he was steamed, ready to pop. No need … Continue reading

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Whatever Works for Ewan

First time I saw him do this, we musta been 6 or 7 years old. I’d pop over to his after school, we’d play some video games, maybe kick a ball around, that sorta jazz. Then I’d head home for … Continue reading

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