Beginning: Part 1: White As Snow Gina and Rolf slipped into the servants’ entrance between guard rotations. It was several hours after sunset, and even the maids had gone to bed. The kitchen was silent and completely dark. Gina had left her phone to charge in the car all day, and now used its light … More Red as Blood (3)
Beginning: Part 1: White As Snow When Gina awoke, she saw that the little room she had been given, which had looked old-fashioned in the lamplight, looked doubly so in the day. The walls and floor were rough wood planks, which looked like they had been cut and sanded by hand. The ceiling was thatch. … More Cold as Ice (2)
The shrill ring of the phone caused Gina to jump in her seat. She fumbled for the receiver, almost dropping it twice, before bringing it to her ear. “Hello, welcome to Solergeni. You’re speaking with–” “Gina!” Rob’s voice barked down the receiver, making her jump again. “Where’s that delivery boy? The Demo’s in an hour.” … More White as Snow (1)
The Experiment Sol.Terra was most definitely an experiment, of a lot of things: I wanted to know if I could write a space opera for one. I love sci-fi, but I seldom attempt to write it. I also wanted to see if I could break up a story into a series of “episodes” and structure … More 12 Weeks of Writing
When talking about writing, one of the first (and most often repeated) things you will hear, is “If you want to write, you need to read lots”. This is true of almost anything; if you want to succeed at creating something, you need to familiarize yourself with the end result. One person cannot possibly learn all … More Learning To Read
The office was a flurry of activity when I entered. No doubt it had been this way ever since the Endeavour entered a stable orbit. Two centuries of planning, prep and endless waiting, and for the first time, mankind had reached another star. “Rosen?” A hard voice called across the medley of movement and chatter. … More Quantum Entanglement
I am falling. I have been caught by a monster which cannot be seen, but for the path of destruction it carves through the cosmos. It pulls me in, and as I plummet, the universe bends and folds back on itself, and for a brief moment I can see everything that is and ever was. … More Falling Into Starlight
In thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. … More Poetic Psychosis
Greens filled the barrow, piling high in an overflowing mound of pitted balls, drenching the air with citrus. Funny, that they shouldn’t really be called greens, but oranges, when it was not until their native flesh was cut away that the true colour be revealed. These greens were not for trade, nor for sale to … More Green Oranges
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door, and his finger, curled around the shotgun trigger, twitched. Dag scrambled to his feet, his back still pressed against the wall with its faded peeling paper. The windows were boarded up so he could not look outside to … More The Last Man on Earth
C. A. Harland 