• 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 before coffee. Control room is empty. She clears some papers from the desk, stares motionless at her inbox, then turns in the chair five times clockwise and back, anticlockwise, then she receives a text from her mother: ‘Mike was here. You should take him back <love heart> I don’t want to die without a grandchild. <sad face, very sad face>’…

  • 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

    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…