Posts Tagged ‘sci fi’

Rejiggering the Thingamajig, by Eric James Stone

June 6, 2010

This is the first appx. 1/4 of a story by Eric James Stone:

The teleport terminal had not buin built withTyrannosaurs sapiens in mind. Resisting the urge to knock hum-sized chairs about with her tail, Bokeerk squatted on the tile floor, folded the claws of her forelimbs together, and concentrated on her breathing. Meditation would calm her nerves. What should have been a two-minute waystop as she switched to a different teleport line had stretched to three hours, and being the only passenger in the terminal creeped her out.

The cheerful voice of the customer service AI roused Bokeerk from her trance.

“It is my pleasure to inform you that the cause of the technical difficulties in the galactic teleport network has been found.”


Guess what time it is?

September 12, 2008

It’s time for a tasty little drop of Bleakly.

More inbound to hit sporadically over the weekend, as I’ve finally outlined the upcoming subplots to the degree I feel happy with them.

I love all you guys and I promise I’m gonna write for you more. ‘Cause it’s fun for you (hopefully) and fun for me (definitely.)

Current 56-Word Draft – Entitled “Mono”

July 21, 2008


by Ari Collins

We need to reach the base. We made this bug that racks our lungs, slows us down. And we made the blue dogs. They wait out there, red eyes, blue soft claws. Just past the reach of our last guns, they wait for those who cough and can’t keep up.

There’s an itch in my throat.

Bonus if you can uncover my formalism.

Bleakly Sixteen

July 2, 2008

shh I am going to sleep now



Bleakly Fifteen

June 30, 2008

New Bleakly Here!

Thanks to me being bored this morning, quality on this mofo is bigger and better! Also, I proofread and added some stuff to Bleakly 14! I know it’s supposed to be a serial thing but I view it more as a novel-in-progress.

Don’t worry, I won’t retcon anything major. Just spelling and bad writing.


Bleakly Eleven

June 25, 2008
I was holed up in one of the few places I knew I would be really safe. I was in the dirtiest part of the city’s worst slum, where there are just two types of people who don’t get ripped off and torn apart:the synth-juicers with arms bigger around than my chest… and the insane. Luckily for me, I fell into the latter category.


Bleakly Ten

June 25, 2008
It’s a short one today, but it’s still technically a page long.

I woke up two days later, face-down in the scum that collects on the floors of restrooms in bars of sufficient dinginess. I pushed myself up from the floor and realized I’d been using broken bits of mirror as a pillow.



Bleakly Nine

June 24, 2008
“Do you know why they outlawed the ShockCollar, Bleakly?”

 At this point, I’m pretty sure my brain was on “Record-only” mode. I didn’t respond. I didn’t want to respond. I was having a pretty bad day, and for me… for me, that’s saying a lot. “I was having a bad day,” said the guy for whom having a good day meant throwing up less than twice and not getting shot at.

 So yeah. If I responded, it was probably by spitting up blood.




Bleakly Eight

June 23, 2008
I always loved the conveyor sidewalks. I mean, sure, they were outside and you could hardly breathe out there those days, and half the time they were under maintenance, but it really was the only way to see the city; under the skyscrapers, you looked up at the sky, and on the off chance the clouds were thin enough, it was almost like the buildings were reaching up to embrace the moon…

‘Course, most days, it was more like a grimy hand reaching up toward nothing at all.



Bleakly Recap: Digitally Remastered

June 21, 2008

Here’s Chapter 1 of Bleakly recapped and polished in places. For now, this is the definitive first nine pages of Thomas Bleakly, Private Eye.