Tag Archives: aliens
A harrowing vision of a stupid future
Today’s bit of randomosity is brought to you by Edpool and a fond recollection of a cool movie. Rest in peace, Bill. Say what you like about Hudson, when the time came he faced his fears and was ripped apart … Continue reading
Bonus post: Exoplanets
I suppose it is expected of me, as a science-fiction author, to delay telling you the story of my broken car and the way it got fixed, so I can rhapsodise about exoplanets. Okay, it’s really cool. Don’t get me … Continue reading
Interlude: Home
Day 50. 156 pages, 76,728 words. I watched a fun little Dreamworks movie last night with Wump. Home, the touching story of … uh, an invasion of Earth by aliens almost magically more advanced than humanity, their relocation of the … Continue reading
The First Feast, Part 15
Day 38. 123 pages, 54,819 words. The warehouse, Adithol explained to Massington in his[1] formal, archaic and still-largely-unexplained Xidh dialect, was a combination repository, hiding place, and sacred hereditary trust. Most of the stuff on the shelves and in the … Continue reading
The First Feast, Part 2
Day 12. 44 pages, 17,786 words. “Greetings and welcome, you lost and weary nomads from a distant star. We, the people of the sovereign Pinian Brotherhood sanctified realm of Earth, unified and standing below none but the Goddess Jalah and … Continue reading
The First Feast, Part 1
Day 11. 42 pages, 17,080 words. The legendary first message between the Fleet and Earth, in which the Molren were translated as telling humanity, “be quiet. Be quiet or they’ll hear you,” rightly went down in history as some of … Continue reading
TV Spot
Day 13. 35 pages, 15,538 words. A little while ago, the third season (for “season”, read “three stinkin’ episodes, but at least they’re an hour and a half long each, what the fuck BBC, get your shit together”) of the … Continue reading
War and Creepy, Part 9
I was offered guest quarters, but was told I would not be paid for the duration of my stay. Only enlisted trainees got paid. The majority of the facilities, I was informed, were safely buried underground. Creepy and I shared … Continue reading
War and Creepy, Part 7
“I hope you’re pleased with yourself.” Creepy smiled at me apologetically. “Should I be? Sorry, it’s just that I have this ow.” I smiled as Creepy sank gracefully into a foetal position. The planet we’d been unceremoniously dumped upon seemed … Continue reading
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