Lieutenant Penny Warren, former SAS now Republican New Zealand Army, slouched in her chair, wearily glowering at her Deep Reconnaisance Activities Patrol Echelon attaché in the confines of the debriefing and interrogation room. (more…)
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She shrugged. I shrugged too.
She had brought along her camera and a few sets of batteries inside a black, leather messenger bag. If something particularly morbid snagged her attention, she would ask if we could stop so she could snap a shot of it. (more…)
LATE doesn’t begin to describe. In all honesty your website creator has been asleep at the wheel (what with ‘real’ life woes and general laziness attacking from all sides). Without the generous help of Mr. Pete Bevan this website would long ago have likely imploded. That said, join us in a hearty congratulations to our contest winners for 2013, A.J. Brown and John Kelly.
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Alcatraz Island, San Francisco, California, United States of America
[Before the Great Panic, this island was little more than a monument to an inescapable prison that had held some of the most notorious criminals this country has known. Today, it acts as a mental health clinic, treating the many survivors whose mental health was devastated during the war. (more…)
SEQUEL TO THE NOTHING MAN PART 2
A black rectangle, devouring light, boarded by dark red wood and surrounded by big stone bricks. It is the view that captures and holds my gaze. A porthole to another world. (more…)
Up in Northland, the Nga Puhi iwi hold sway. It was, and still is, an area of breathtaking natural beauty and nearly continuous indigenous Maori settlement. (more…)
Glen watched the monitors carefully, still seeing no movement for the fifth day in a row. (more…)
SEQUEL TO THE PEZZOLANTI COLLAR
I roll off her, sweating and breathing hard. Almost instantly, my brief dalliance with euphoria ebbs away. My desires slaked, and the image of Dr. Pezzolanti creeps back into the forefront of my mind. (more…)
Patrick parked near his in-law’s graves. The sunset was nearly finished, and the graveyard was appropriately dark. He flashed Lilly a glittering rockstar grin — clearly visible despite the coming gloom. (more…)
Juliet Williamson awoke, and smiled to see the usual threads and circles of incandescent multicoloured light crowding above her:
“Hello, my friends. Tell me who you want me to contact for you and why.” (more…)