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This is yet another prompt from the lovely Space Wrecks bot on Twitter. Its an automated bot that generates a short blurb inspired by Stewart Cowley’s Terran Trade Authority book, “Spacewreck: Ghostships & Derelicts of Space”.
ARCH/UB1.3: The Europan pod skimmed through the splintered crags, anchoring just beyond the Brigador V. The enormous ship was pitted by debris from the planet’s fractured moon. There, they buried the dead, beneath the sweeping banks of clouds.
First Mate Hox’inclin glanced up towards the dreary sky, feeling in their stomachs that this was to be it – the final thing that would set them free.
“Hox.” A voice, like mercury poured over grass, whispered in their ear. “You’ve brought us home.”
Continue reading “One Last Journey”
I want to curl up so hard my limbs stick together
Continue reading “Shapeless”
Like dough, like clay
Squeeze me together until the seams disappear
Lose my shape in your palms
Knead me smooth
Turn me over, and over and over
I’m raw potential now
Waiting for a chance to be something new
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This is a part of my One More Verse series; you can find them all here.
This story was inspired by these images by Yun Ling. In this story, the character Din uses the neopronouns Fae/Faer; here is a short guide about them.
Murky static, like layers on layers of ocean, compressed and stacked up in ways that would make sedimentary rock blush.
This was Yox’s life: sifting through datum and voices with the practised ease of an algorithm, unravelling transmission bundles with all the care of an octogenarian opening their birthday presents. Sometimes the bundles contained beautiful imagery, intoxicating emotion and amazing clarity. Other times, the feelings and words and numbers were sewn so tightly it was impossible to decipher it without immersing oneself in it, sinking below the water level of Tidepool Relay Indigo to fully experience the transmissions.
Continue reading “Low Tide”
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The first paragraph of this story was generated by Space Wrecks. Its an automated bot that generates snippets inspired by Stewart Cowley’s Terran Trade Authority book, “Spacewreck: Ghostships & Derelicts of Space”. I adore the aforementioned book and highly recommend it to anyone who loves short stories about derelict ships and what might have happened to them.
The characters in this story use neopronouns, which are sometimes used by transgender, non-binary and gender-nonconforming people.
ARCH/WF6.5: The soldiers bounced over the drone-dotted scrub, stopping within the confines of the Pithia. The colossal wreck was festooned with alien automata. There, they waited for sundown, beneath the ancient binary stars.
“Doesn’t feel safe, Matriarch…” Ol chittered through the comms. “I can sense their gaze even through the ship.”
Continue reading “The Pithian Gamble”