Tag Archives: Conspiracy

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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Knock Knock

“Who’s there?” “Revel.” “Revel who?” “Revel-who-shun, baby!” It had been my idea to make the password a joke, but when I pitched it I didn’t realise how childish it would really be. Still, the comrades seemed to get a kick … 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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Social Media Entries of Gogolian Proles

************************* That moment when you remember that those mock-Tetraheedrin mansions are still a thing… Enough to make you puke. Did I ever mention that I can’t cook? If you’ve know me long enough, I’m sure I have – then again, … Continue reading

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What’s it worth to ya?

If it is the right recipient reading this, then you know exactly what it is that is now in our possession. You should, at any rate. Not much of a parent if you need it spelt out. Then again, had … Continue reading

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Poacher come with his Poacher’s gun

He waits. Breath measured, regular, inaudible. Expression tense, taut, concentrated, but muscles relaxed, waiting to be called upon. Body still, blending into the undergrowth. Eyes scanning the treeline, anticipating telltale movements. Any minute now. It is sound that provides the … Continue reading

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Behemoth-eaten in Scar City

Tendrils wrapped around every pillar of interaction. No space left to call safe. Privacy now a distant memory. Every breath measured, every utterance analysed, every thought policed. Orwell’s predictions now woefully quaint. The dystopian visions of the past a fairytale … Continue reading

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On the lookout for an old high

“We got another one.” Detective Beck sighed. Of course there was another one. There was always another one. This thing was out of control, and all her knucklehead colleagues could think of was the extra overtime. “On it, Chief.” Her … Continue reading

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Whence do the Blue derive their power?

Pretty much as soon as the War on Terror kicked off, the full spectrum of government agencies responsible for security found themselves reassigned. The FBI, CIA, NSA, ATF… You name it, they were on it. Which kinda left the homegrown … Continue reading

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Alcohol-fueled Night Movie

It began with a raindance. Or, at least, that is the earliest part I can remember. A beaming caucasian man, wiggling his fingers high above his head (presumably to represent the pitter-patter of raindrops), as dark ominous clouds gathered in … Continue reading

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