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September 1, 2017

Friday Friends – Cherry Pickers

The start of ‘Cherry Pickers’ by Bonnie Milani.

Grimm’s was gone. I flung my go-to-Committee shoes out of my bunk box and stared at the empty bottom. Nothing. I ran an eyeball inventory of my bedroom as if the one and only real book on this whole planet might somehow have embedded itself in the gently vibrating walls. No luck, which was no surprise. Sisyphus’ early morning sun lit up the silk weave of our house dome like smoky glass and turned the fine web strands of my window to shimmering g...

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Published on September 01, 2017 02:16

A Bite of… Bonnie Milani’s Nikki and Sam

An interview with Nikki Sotolongo and Sam from ‘Cherry Pickers’ by Bonnie Milani Interviewer: Which is your favourite Grimm’s Fairytale and why?       Nikki Sotolongo – a tall, wiry 17-year-old with cropped hair and freckles – cleans her machete while she thinks about it.  “Cinderella, I guess. I mean, who doesn’t want a Prince Charming?”      A chittering erupts from the shadows lining the ceiling. She breaks off to chitter back at it.       One of the shadows drops off the ceiling on a...
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Published on September 01, 2017 01:14

August 31, 2017

From ‘When Julia Met Edbert’

From ‘Dying to be Friends’ by E.M. Swift-Hook and Jane Jago

Three hours later, Julia peeled off from her escort outside a small hut that commanded a view of three tracks through the forest.

“You stick around the hut, girl. And if anybody wants to pass, you just salute and let them through. I dunno what is going on. But I don’t much care for guards being set up. Even pocket-sized moechas like you.”

Julia snapped him a salute, and he grinned showing a set of distressingly yellow teeth.

“I’m tem...

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Published on August 31, 2017 02:00

Haiku Hacked

I despicable
Fighting hourly temptation
Scratching succubus

Moonbeam Farquhar Metheringham IV


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Published on August 31, 2017 00:41

August 30, 2017

Wednesday Writer with MK Clark

 From ‘The Young Soldier: Pursuing Dreams

Don scowled. “Fine!” he snapped. “I’m sick and tired of being restricted because of who I am. I’m tired of having a father whose position gets me stepping into shit piles everywhere I go. I’ve worked too hard to get here, just to sit in the belly of a ship, grounded because my Cobra might get shot down. God forbid we ever get into a real fight. Lauden might have to tuck me away in a pod and jettison me from the Morning Star, lest she take damage!”

“W...

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Published on August 30, 2017 02:05

A Bite of … MK Clark’s Lana Ki

Lana Ki is a Space Jumper Pilot Q1. What do you feel is the most important thing you have achieved in your life so far?

Probably being a pilot in the Space Jumpers. It’s not a glorious job. It’s hard and dangerous, and my mother is against it, but it’s life changing. I can make a difference in a way I never had a chance to on our colony. I can send my kid sister to the university on my salary and that is something. That is an achievement I am proud of.

 Q2. What do you want to achieve in the...
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Published on August 30, 2017 01:45

August 29, 2017

From ‘When Dai met Bryn’

From ‘Dying to be Friends’ by E.M. Swift-Hook and Jane Jago

The Prefect had an office at the top of the Vigiles building with a panoramic view over Londinium. The Augusta Arena, Constantius Column, the Temple of the Divine Diocletian set in beautiful parkland running down to the river, the sub aquila housing, the Forum and the new baths. Dai presumed the Prefect’s view would be even better than the one he had from the small waiting area outside the office. He was on his fourth cup of water fr...

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Published on August 29, 2017 02:00

Sonnet IV

 

Sonnet IV

Within the inglenook of creeping night
I steal Calliope’s wings steeped with flame
And an homunculus enters my sight
Bearing aloft a banner with my name.
I stalk to rocky kloofs of distant height
To claim the fabled Phoenix for my own
And by the wounding pens terrible might
I slay the fierce chimaera all alone.
Those Labyrinthine paths conquered by right
So now upon my head Theseus crown
Marks my soliloquy of posey bright
As in Morpheus arms, I softly drown.
From forth my dreams t...

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Published on August 29, 2017 00:30

August 28, 2017

Monday Meme

Starships and Lasers

Frisson chills fired through his neurons rewarding each spasmodic jerk that twisted the controls in his hand.
“Die ya bastards!”
The three defending Triggalin Type 2s, exploded into space dust.
Dipping round under the belly of the behemoth that hung in space like a pregnant whale, he eased back to flip the Fast-Flight Superstrata Mk.VI onto its side to get the targeting crosshairs perfectly aligned.
Somewhere in that hulking vessel was a woman called Jedrachilla and her l...

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Published on August 28, 2017 02:00

Whiskers

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Published on August 28, 2017 00:44