Category: Scenes

One Last Time Around

It was dark. Dark and wet. Although, by now the rain had stopped. It was chilly too, now that summer was turning slowly into winter. ‘It’s dark.’ ‘Yes,’ Signaur agreed. ‘And wet.’ ‘Yes.’ Signaur hissed. ‘I’m supposed to be being quiet.’ ‘Sorry.’ ‘It’s-‘ Signaur turned. ‘Who are you?’ He turned a bit more. ‘Where are you?’ ‘Ah.’ ‘Ah. What’s that supposed to mean?’ ‘It means,’ said the voice from somewhere in the shadows of the alleyway, ‘that it is not quite that simple.’ ‘What do you mean?’ Signaur peered into the darkness and saw more darkness. ‘Who are you?’ ‘That’s…

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Space Junk

It was another one of those things. Drenk sighed. This would need more than a formal warning when she got there. This made seven she’d counted in this sector alone. Analysis had shown their trajectories all mapped back to the same originating planet. Drenk hoped a warning not to launch any more of their litter into space would be enough. But now as she drew closer, she was outraged to discover that not only were they littering the space lanes with their junk they were also polluting the radio wavelengths with their… well, noise pollution was the phrase that sprung…

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Just One More Lifetime

‘I do know. I was young once too.’ Penna had actually been young more than once. Quite a few times actually. But these were simple folk with a simple outlook on life who tended to set fire to things – or people – they did not understand. Penna had found that out a few of those times in the past when she’d been young – although, at the time as it turned out, not for long. These days she was much more careful, cautious about what she told people about her powers, her abilities. ‘I’m sure we’ll find them.’ Penna…

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Each Day was a Gift

Helda opened each day like a gift. I left the morning there for her outside her room before she awoke. It was there waiting for her when she opened her eyes. At first, she would stand there by her window watching the morning unfold in front of her as though it was some new wonder she had never seen before. Which, in a way, was true. Helda did not know why she was here, or what had happened to the world she once knew. I watched her trying to make sense of it. She could not connect the view from…

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Another Morning in the Sun Empire

‘Mornings.’ The emperor looked out from his palace balcony at the city below. ‘Your majesty?’ Pelgrin sighed. It wasn’t going to be one of those days, was it? The emperor had once glanced at a couple of pages in a book and therefore occasionally fancied himself an intellectual. The emperor turned as if he was about to impart some great pearl of wisdom, but - in turning – he must have forgotten what he was about to say. Pelgrin exhaled in relief. The last thing the Sun Empire needed was an emperor who believed he knew what he was doing,…

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Making a Living

Henry peered around the corner. There was nothing there. Which was disconcerting. Henry didn’t like stepping out onto a new page without at least a sentence or two of description, especially this early in a chapter. Who knows what will eventually fill the blank page, particularly so early in a story. So far, he had been in an ordinary, nondescript room. That didn’t mean much. There could be aliens, monsters, zombies, ghosts, demons, politicians, or all manner of evil and deadly things waiting for him further along in the narrative. So far, it did look like realistic fiction, maybe a…

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Infiltration

She was tall for her height and moved with all the grace of an animal known for graceful movement. She crept to the corner of the building and flattened her back against the reassuring solidity of the wall behind her. She took a breath and peered around the corner. Armed guards, but only six of them. She knew her unarmed combat abilities would easily be a match for half a dozen armed guards, even if they were all on duty, alert and ready for an intruder to appear. She moved in the shadow that followed the searchlight beam. She dusted…

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A Homeland and Other Such Lies

Often the wind would blow from the east, bringing a taste of the far lands on its breath. When she could, Shalia then stood up on her lonely hill and turned towards the wind, letting it blow into her face bringing, she believed, the scents of her homeland back to her. Not that she remembered much of her homeland. She had been young when the Northmen rode out of the strange mountainous regions in the cold north to steal her and the other women and children from her village. They had taken her back north at first. Later, they brought…

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Equal Rights for All

This time it was different. ‘Hang on.’ What? ‘How different?’ Just different, that’s all. ‘I’m not sure about this.’ Why not? You are the protagonist in this story, what could happen to you? ‘That’s just it.’ What do you mean? ‘This could be one of those stories where the protagonist doesn’t make it out alive. You’ve done that before.’ So what? You are only fictional. ‘Only fictional? Are you saying that fictional people don’t matter?’ Of course, you matter. Where would I be, where would the stories be, without fictional characters?’ ‘Exactly.’ What do you mean by that? ‘I mean…

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Lost in the Woods

For a long time, all Seka had known was dark, loneliness and fear. Now they were taking her to the stake in the village centre. ‘I’m going to fall, stumble on this uneven ground, soon,’ Glom, one of her guards, and an old friend of her father, whispered in her ear as he helped drag her towards the stake piled high with dry wood that would burn easily. Seka looked down at the smooth dusty ground worn flat and hard by many generations of villagers. ‘I’ll probably stumble into Henk, and we’ll both let go of you,’ he continued, the…

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