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The Film Maker and the Sceptre, by Robby Charters

Sir Gossabel mounted his steed, then beheld his opponent from across the field. What was going through the mind of that wretch, he could only guess. And what did Princess Gertrude see in him? He didn't want to think. This duel would settle the matter. At the signal, the opponents goaded their horses, and they … Continue reading The Film Maker and the Sceptre, by Robby Charters →

‘Killing is What I Do’ by Jonathan Saville

Illuminated-manuscript art of a young monk with a scroll and jar by a spider web, roundels of a rat, cow and bone

(The following is an excerpt from an, as yet, unpublished novel, ‘When Blood Runs Cold’.) Peace would not come to him. The ache that the Abbot had repeatedly told him would lessen and fade away still stabbed at his heart. Four years! Four years of brutal, gruelling training of both mind and body. Studying the … Continue reading ‘Killing is What I Do’ by Jonathan Saville →

‘Like Lambs’ by David G. Kirchhoffer

Painted illustration: on a Karoo farm at night, three silver flying saucers with lit ramps have landed behind rows of small silver-suited aliens; two farmers in khaki float through the air toward a sheep-faced alien in a silver suit on the farmhouse veranda, while a flock of sheep looks on.

[Illustration: New illustration created for the archive.] The Karoo, an arid, semi-desert region in South Africa, is known for two things: sheep, and the farmers who own them. It also has a quaint annual music festival, but it’s not exactly Edinburgh. The events described below involve two such farmers. Piet van Tonder and Cyril MacKenzie … Continue reading ‘Like Lambs’ by David G. Kirchhoffer →

‘Warning in Silicon’ by G. Dedrick Robinson

Painted illustration: at night in a cluttered room, a woman in a robe stares at the glowing amber screen of a beige 1980s computer as her uniformed police-officer husband leans over her shoulder; behind them a swirling cave opens where a gaunt young man climbs with a flashlight toward a fiery glow on the horizon.

[Illustration: New illustration created for the archive.] Mary knew that the holidays were not a good time to ask her husband for a favor. He already was heading the committee organizing the party the police threw each year for the poor and homeless kids in the city, and he still had his regular job to … Continue reading ‘Warning in Silicon’ by G. Dedrick Robinson →

‘Three Gold Pieces’ by Brock L. Noel

Illuminated-manuscript page with a letter M: a blonde girl kisses a blushing boy's cheek on a dock below a castle

Sir Lochlan Mayes’s breaths were coming hard as he bent over in the stifling heat scorching the city streets of Goldenshore. It had been especially hot this summer on the coast of the Southern Sea, and today was no different. Lochlan put his hands on his knees, watching the sweat drip off of the tip … Continue reading ‘Three Gold Pieces’ by Brock L. Noel →

10 Years Ago in Planet… “Noses” by Thithp of Blipp

Metal cylinder burn through world. Fiery screams. Awe. Terror. Much death. Silence. The hot thing stand on The Under. Then. Open. Emerging, moving. New sounds: ". . . and remove your helmets. . . Wow, this is fantastic; get a few lungfuls of this atmosphere. . . Better than Earth’s. . . I could breathe … Continue reading 10 Years Ago in Planet… “Noses” by Thithp of Blipp →