The alarm clock sounded. I don’t know how long the alarm rang for as I’ve always been a very deep sleeper; I actually slept through our neighbour’s house burning down. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked around my bedroom, only to find my brother and my best friend were already up; that explains why the alarm clock was left to try and wake me up. It’s odd . . . I’ve never known my brother Josh to be able to wake up without the alarm clock. I wonder if Timmy had a rough night, causin
So they have found the remains of Yddraigfawr in the Chilterns. The Ddraig-Cyfrinachau have kept the existence of dragons a secret for nearly three millennia and now some damned fortune hunter lucks into what the newspapers are calling “the greatest myth bust of all time”.
The media are celebrating the discovery, whilst I am in mourning over the desecration of our most holy of sites. Even to our society Yddraigfawr was for millennia believed to be a myth until her final resting place was disc
I like a good plot, but I need to feel a connection to the characters.
If the characters are one-dimensional, I don't care how good the plot is I'll put the story down. A plot, no matter how brilliant, can't support characters who have no depth to them.
I have travelled the world over with him and he takes me with him everywhere he goes. I’ve been with him for over 20 years; according to the writing on my inside cover I was a present from his great-grandmother, Alice, on his 9th birthday.
I have travelled in the luxury of a first class plane seat to Auckland. He drank so much champagne on that flight I’m surprised he wasn’t dropdown, fall on his ass drunk. We travelled all over New Zealand: he got see different places from where I was filme
I was sitting in my apartment browsing the newspaper. The TV was on in the background. My lunch was sat next to me getting me cold.
I was watching some nature program about the ocean. There was some new big discovery in the Arctic Ocean – apparently a fish that glows in the dark; some kind of cousin to the bioluminescent dinoflaggelates.
I was surprised when I got to the obituary section; my old university professor had died. She was only forty-seven! God, that’s the same age as my mum.
Coming on 24th October: Star Trek Day
In honour of the creator of Star Trek and other shows join in the national celebrations to remember the life of the man and the lives of his creations.
Gene Roddenberry was born on 19th August 1921 in El Paso Texas, and died on 24th October 1991. Although he served his country with honour by flying eighty-nine missions in World War Two as part of the United States Army Air Forces and having been awarded both the Distinguished Flying Cross and the Air Meda
GFD would never make it past the censors
I guess Castaway Hotel would never pass either.
A Class of His Own or Shane might (both with a few minor re-writes). Either would make a nice film.
Official report to sector Admiral Monroe (classified code red):
What we found when we arrived on Mordax Three turned my stomach. There were shallow graves filled with men, women and children - all Mordaxian.
The rumours regrettably seem to be true – the Governor General of Mordax is responsible for the deaths of a significant portion of the planet’s population.
From my enquiries it seems that there had been a plague of space locusts which had decimated over 85% of the planet’s growing crop a
I love Vance's stories. Shane is my favourite story both on and away from GA. I have only just started to read Unbreakable Faith, but enjoying it so far. It's great to find out a little on one of my favourite authors.
A loud noise caused me to wake. I glanced at my mobile, and the time read 02:13. My main concern was that the noise was caused by a burglar or something. I heard the noise again and realised it was Timmy – he sounded like he was having a nightmare; and a really bad one at that. Timmy is the best friend of my younger brother Maxxie, and he was staying over at ours since his parents were away for the week having a second honeymoon. Maxxie managed to sleep through the noises Timmy was making a
Thanks Cia. A friend of mine was in a school production of Midsummer Night's Dream and he had this big mohawk hair style at the time - I guess the image kind of stayed with me. Glad you enjoyed.
I was just getting ready for bed when I heard a noise outside. It sounds like crying, but my cabin is in the middle of a forest and my nearest neighbour is fifty miles away. The noise was getting louder, and my interest was growing. I wrapped my dressing gown around me and put on my shoes. On my way out the door I grabbed my coat, since the early spring nights were still chilly.
I could just about make out a small basket at the edge of the clearing where the crying-like noise was coming fro