Tag: Fiction

  • 002: Melodent

    002: Melodent

    In the villages and towns across Pandea. Every place humanity has chosen to settle, lurks one of our darkest fears. A fear born of rumours and hearsay. Forged in the fires of legend. Passed down through the generations in stories. A fear that even time hasn’t managed to dull. In every dark corner, of every…

  • 006: Lockjaw, the Beginning

    006: Lockjaw, the Beginning

    A young, handsome, red-haired man awoke, and sat up in his wooden framed bed. Michael Ó Fiaich, son of a huntsman. Son of a hermit. Stood up on a pair of tired legs and stumbled his way across the room to his clothes. The early morning gave him no light. The sun had not yet…

  • 006: ESS Argo

    006: ESS Argo

    The ESS Argo was not what André had expected. He had always envisioned serving on a battle cruiser, or at least a destroyer. The ship he stood in front of was barely worthy of being called a sloop.

  • 001: Marbouse

    001: Marbouse

    Of all the critters that are found here in Pandea, this little fuzzball is probably the one people are most familiar with. The main reason for that is obviously because of how common it is. Very rarely will a day go by in which you don’t see a marbouse rolling across your path. Because of…

  • 005: Nightmare Smile

    005: Nightmare Smile

    Her heart knew the truth. Katie was anything but safe. She lay, helpless on the floor behind the two men. With every shaky step Mikhaela prayed that her feet would keep moving. She was her sisters only hope, and stupidity, stubbornness and dumb luck were all that was keeping her moving. There was no chance…

  • 005: Icarus

    005: Icarus

    André sprinted forward. A roar echoing from him as he charged. Leena braced and smiled. Everyone underestimated her. She adjusted her stance. Twisted sideways and caught his arm as it flew past. Her leg came up to meet his shin, sending him careering to the floor. And let herself fall, knee first, onto his back. 

  • 004: Wind and Wheat Stubble

    004: Wind and Wheat Stubble

    Wind whipped past Mikhaela’s face as she cycled through the streets of Lower Billington. The cold air stung, adding more water to her already tear stained eyes. Her thin cotton pyjamas kept her as warm as an ice-cube in a freezer, but she didn’t care. Shivering through fury, fear, and the frost she pressed on.…

  • 004: Leena

    004: Leena

    An enormous oak desk took pride of place in the centre of the room. Behind it sat a withered, spindly gentleman. He peered at André through a monocle. His grey beard tickling the white neck of a Starfleet jacket. His shoulders bore the emblem of the admiralty, and the crest on his officer’s hat marked…

  • 003: Silence and Screaming

    003: Silence and Screaming

    In the garden below a small tornado silently ripped its way through overgrown grass, towards the iron gate. Devastation followed in its wake as it carved a path through the tangled undergrowth. Plants were torn from the ground, mud splattered across the already soiled walls of the rundown house. Yet the sun, as it poked…

  • 003: Graduation

    003: Graduation

    Andrè froze, unsure what to make of the darkness. A menacing hiss sounded behind him. He jolted around. Adrenaline coursed through him. The doors were sliding shut. What little light was coming in from the corridor faded. Panic pushed him into a sprint. It was too late. The clang of metal on metal filled the…