Androids, and humans, and aliens! Oh my!

The heat of Crucio industrial district, largely owed to the three metalworks plants, was conspicuously absent. Smelters and forges that should’ve been working non-stop lay as the dead. Union workers now elsewhere in the city, worker-drones all in a dormant state, and city animals capitalizing on the down time to emerge from their hidey holes. Three white and orange cats chased a throng of…

A hue of orange-black splashed its dye across the horizon. Morning birds began to clock in for their shift, while crickets and a strangely loud cat checked out for the day. The anguished cries and anger screams of the damned who hung hundreds of feet off the ground, though just beyond her sight lines, had ended minutes…maybe it was hours ago. Who the fuck cared about the time though, instead…

Riley shifted her butt like an inch. There wasn’t any point getting up to move. She could almost touch the other side of her confines without moving. Hair blew over her face, catching on shoddy welds. There was no point in moving it off her face, it would just blow back onto her again. And the goddamn metal would just rip out more of the hair. Her eyes remained fixed on the distant, alive part,…

BOOM! Riley screeched like a cat getting its tail yanked. Ayo burst out laughing, but at least Akira had the decency to flinch. As the Opening Thunder Clap faded into nothingness Riley, both her friends, and the entire mass of humanity leaped to their feet. Just at the edge of their hearing came the clash of sound like that of soldiers slamming swords to shields. The crowd roared sending tremors…

Cold. Alone. Silent. Misery. Despair. This was Riley’s existence, dangling some two hundred feet above pavement. In a cage like she was a fucking bird. The steel mesh encircling her life, whittling her freedom down to a pathetic 268 cubic feet, wasn’t wide enough to fit a limb through and not narrow enough to sit or lay on without inflicting such discomfort that pain took over. “And I need to…

I’m posting as I write it. I began this as a short story but it has taken a life of its own and now wants to be a novella at the least. This story/novella/novel takes place in the Android Hunters Universe. The original prompt was: “When a sports fan is kidnapped & imprisoned in a cage, he calls for help, but is surprised when a telepathic alien answers.” Heat. People. Noise. Blood. Agony.…

[Excerpts from an interview of the sole survivor of The Mars Event which began on 26 June 2197 Sol Standard Time. Audio retrieved from a partially destroyed recording device found on 3 July 2197 SST, three days after the summation of The Mars Event. Identity of person or persons instigating the interview is unknown.] “[garbled]—and you are?” A 64 year old rough neck from Texas, I’ve seen it…

Late spring of ’95. I was 14, hormones raging, weird place in that I’m a freshman in high school! High school! The big dogs. Turning into a motherf’in MAN (or so a teenager who is no longer a ‘new’ teenager thinks). Turns out Brad Pitt was voted “Sexiest Man Alive” by People Weekly (dude is blessed in that department, great actor too) in 1995. It was April/May when I saw a movie that straight up…

I watched a movie the other day by a beloved director. It had all the hallmarks of being another great film. Good actors. Took time on the script. Director wasn’t changing up his signature style. And it was great, at the beginning. Then it started to drag it’s metaphorical feet, digging deeper and deeper into the dirt, until it was trying to wade knee deep through packed earth while repeating…

1996 was the year. Bill Clinton beat a guy some people thinks owned the fruit company Dole. The cultural phenomenon Harry Potter was published in the UK. NINTENDO 64 CAME OUT!!! Dolly the Sheep met herself. Macarena blessed (ruined?) parties forevermore. I wrote my first short story as a freshman in high school. I had an English teacher that year who read a one page story I wrote and wouldn’t…

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I have two series for sale! The Corli Saga Tom Moore Android 0173 is The Corli Saga adjacent. It’s a standalone book in the Android Hunters Universe 7 Days is a great short story created from an absolutely absurd writing prompt I got from a Facebook group. Paxdei is just fun, pulp sci-fi. There’s no underlying message. Reading Paxdei brings forth memories of 1970s pulp fiction, or if you…

Yeah so I published another book on Amazon. Android 0173 (https://amzn.to/491Adyy). It’s only $2.99. the more purchases in 1 wk the higher it’s placed on Amazon. I’ll be in your debt if you buy it. Who knows you might like it 🙃 and buy the other Android Hunters book 🤷‍♂️

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“He’s waking,” someone, could’ve been a woman with a deep voice, yelled.Despite the outburst and having an understanding on a primal level that he was not waking from a normal sleep, Lordes maintained even breathing with his eyes closed. The whole ‘he’s waking’ shtick was a debacle in the making, a trick used twice by him. Each time it was an educated guess based on how the average length someone…

Two non-gendered and one man sat on the opposite side of Leah’s expansive desk, each one attempting their best at not appearing bewildered. Hand-picked, each one of them, they were the best intelligence analysts with a head for management Leah and Kinsley could find out of the 22,000 or so employees of the Intelligence Ministry which had their mannerisms bode ill for the coming conversation. It…

Inside the office of the Minister of Intelligence for the Nagap Federate life was quiet and rigidly structured. Outside the window, a thousand plus feet below her office on the 112th floor, structure had been obliterated. Police sirens coalesced with loudspeaker shouted commands and the roar of an incensed mob to create a nightmarish noise. Bottles, rocks, in some instances gym weights were…

“Squads,” Command replied, “Twenty-three inbound aircraft and four signs of hiller pre-contact. Weapons hot.”The ring of trees surrounding the only two non-natural structures on Arazoa grew so close together the widest between any two were as far as the average person could stretch from side to side. Lordes was staring at two such gargantuan trees when thoughts blanked. Ice and wood splintered…