"... On Moult World just as it had been on Earth."

"Thy Will Be Done ... ."

"Thy Kingdom Come ... "

Serpent Time
The beast’s long antelope legs stretched from one side of the cove to the other. This impressive feat conjured into mind the Colossus bridging the harbour of Rhodes …  but that wonder of antiquity was not half as curious – or friendly – as this thing. Its calf like head curved down towards the ferry [...]

Charon & Co.
Out in the lake’s depths the faces of the water-weirds gazed gloomily towards the shore. The mid-winter high gravity had pinned the water surface drum tight. Under that glassy pressure the bubbles containing their songs could not float into the air to pop. Along with the entire valley they ached for the day when ripples [...]

“… On Moult World just as it had been on Earth.”
He licked dust caked lips with a fissured tongue. His body had been dehydrated longer than he cared to recall. A wince or even grimace was enough to crack dry skin. With a deep gasp he dunked his head into the barrel. The rain water jolted his senses and sent invigorated good news to aching [...]

Chinese Whisperings
Forgive the blatant self promotion … normal Moult World activities will be resumed shortly! At the beginning of the year the nice people at “Chinese Whisperings” publications kindly invited me along to join their intertwined short story experiment. Their offer caught me in a rare moment of sobreity and lucidity and I said “yes”. The results [...]

“Thy Will Be Done … .”
Mister Pants:         It is thinking of “Mr Stay Puft the Marshmallow Man” when Peter Venkman tells you to empty your mind. Michael:       Gravity was a tyrant to wake up to.  I remember Jim’s heavy footfalls hammering down into my dreams. Before I heaved open my eyes lids I collected myself with a small mantra. I start [...]