• Flash Challenge,  Space Fiction

    Dark Knight

    “Where is it?“ Lightning illuminated his face. Harsh light revealed first wrinkles and greasy hair. Wind blew the window open and knocked his trophy from the sill. He picked it up, cleaned a bit of dust from it, and placed the cup on a higher shelf. He cursed. How come he, the Dragon Slayer, the Unchallenged Champion of the Three Kingdoms, could not find a thing in his study? It was not the first time he browsed the drawers. They contained many treasures just pushed there from the desk, or hidden in a hurry, like random nails and screws, rubber…

  • Flash Challenge,  Space Fiction

    Escape

    She sped up. Water splashed under her heavy boots. Rain and sweat damaged her makeup and now her cheeks glittered in green and black. She pulled the strings off the hood to conceal her skin. They were gaining on her.…

  • Flash Challenge,  Space Fiction

    Misfire

    Electric guitar solo echoed through lower decks of the ship, losing more and more notes until it turned into high pitch screeching. ‘Shouldn’t he be listening to something smoother by now?’ ‘Never ask him that,’ the Chief Engineer said to…

  • Non-fiction

    Make love, not war

    Sex! If that’s not an attention grabber, I don’t know what it. I believe that we don’t have enough of it in our lives. You’d think I don’t need to do much convincing, yet there is still a lot of…

  • Non-fiction

    Writers in a group

    I imagined the a writers’ group would consist of big egos, introverted geniuses, eccentric apparel, wild hairstyles, strong alcohol, rims of crumpled paper and heated arguments till early hours in the morning. Instead we meet at a reasonable 7 pm…

  • Space Fiction

    Is there anybody out there?

    Irish SETI (search for extraterrestrial intelligence) HQ Today 9:07 Kate clocks-in a bit late. Her supervisor will notice. As if those few minutes make any difference. If there is an intelligent life out there, obviously they wouldn’t transmit the message…

  • Space Fiction

    The perfect sound

    ‘How does it sound?’ ‘I don’t know, Trish.’ ‘I’m telling you, the plan is perfect. They will never suspect it.’ Tim wasn’t convinced. She always had crazy ideas and at least once a month came up with a scheme to…

  • Space Fiction

    Five a day

    ‘They never knock.’ ‘They are the masters after all.’ ‘It doesn’t excuse the lack of manners,’ said Carrot. ‘Opening and closing the fridge any time they feel like it. I hate this hot draft.’ She went on and on about…

  • Non-fiction

    Commute

    Seizing a day, living a dream, all sound nice and well, but the reality is that so much time we have to spend doing things that are not really our favourites. Exchanging our freedom for food and shelter, and sun…