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More Shameful to Distrust than to Deceive

Rory and Brendan, sharing a few beers and more than a few laughs. Just like old times. They’d fallen out now and again, lost touch for a couple of years after college – who doesn’t? – but in eachother’s presence … Continue reading

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The Devil Reincarnate

I can’t remember my first death. It was at least a thousand years ago though – of that I can be sure; vague recollections of Hastings occasionally come to mind, as well as the knowledge that as I took to … Continue reading

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Nostalgia for the Never-was

(Inspired by the work of Laurent Kronental, in particular this photograph) Dregs. Scum. Rabble. Undesirables. Canailles. Guillaume hated them all with a dour passion. His hatred had not made him become a gendarme, but it had kept him one through … Continue reading

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Not Quite Sanguine II

Nothing happens the way you think it would. It wasn’t the local authorities or Feds who figured out my condition first – how could they? There’s no paper trail or scent to follow; a one-hundred proof immune human doesn’t leave … Continue reading

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Yaw

You would think that after such a long time at sea – coming up on forty odd years, I reckon – I’d have found my sea legs. No such luck. Don’t get me wrong fella, I love the ocean; splendor, … Continue reading

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Jannah, Tian, Mbiguni

Tumbleweeds dripping acid blow through the streets. At every other intersection is an emaciated husk you’d think is that of a corpse until it begins to turn, watching you as you pass. The remnants of bodies are strewn hither and … Continue reading

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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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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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What His Desk Thinks About At Night

He and his missus have lived in this room over a year, and he still hasn’t cleaned me. Just dumps all his crap on my head, like I’m some sort of shelf. Hey, bozo, I’m here to be worked on! … 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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