Tag: Short Story
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Salamander
There’s a saying that goes something like don’t play with fire… which is common sense when you think about it… although there must be – has to be – a fine line between playing with it and looking into it… deeply, elementally, I mean, not just watching the flames flicker. I did just that, looked…
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Trophy
The storm was ferocious; strong winds, thunder, lightning, and rapidly undulating waves that buffeted Cygnet’s Admiral around like it was weightless; Captain Stalton had difficulty keeping on course but he was somehow managing it. The ships radio was out of action after the ship had been struck by lightning for the third time… Stalton could…
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Space:1888
August 22nd 1888. For some reason, the night is clear. The smog is gone and the moon is clearly visible overhead. The horse-drawn omnibuses wait at the sides of the road whilst the horses are changed and the drivers and conductors take a break. The gentlemen wait along both sides of the street; some for…
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Nutmeg and Clover
There is nothing at the back of Dolnoon’s Saloon except cacti and a vast open space. It’s where Nutmeg Dolnoon goes when she needs a breather from the hectic activity inside. Herbert Hatherthwaite says to get out there, in the silence, with the elements, the wind sometimes plays tricks, and it plays them well. Nutmeg…
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Jinkies
You don’t get to become a world-famous investigator over night… I mean, you could do, but you couldn’t really be any good at it. When I started out, I was terrible… no, not terrible, let me rephrase that, I was overenthusiastic. I’d somehow find myself in precarious situations, being the brains and the boffin of…
The Mansionic Perspective 