As part of my research into books around people's experiences in the military, I was pointed toward Chickenhawk, a novel by Robert Mason following his time as a Huey pilot in Vietnam. I can safely say 'Wow'. The novel starts with mason's account of helicopter training with the army. As my pal Kev said when … Continue reading Book review: Chickenhawk, by Robert Mason
Well, it's been some time since I last posted, mainly because of a recent arrival, but it has been a pretty busy time in other ways too. As such, writing has been on hold for a while, but thankfully, I'm back in the swing of things. At present I'm halfway through writing Slip Jevans book two, … Continue reading A long time quiet
Yesterday I had the pleasure of finding that one of my short stories, The Boatman, part of the Worldeater themed horror stories was published in Under the Fable. Though the indents seem to have vanished on a couple of pages of the story, it's all present, and free to read. So if you fancy a look … Continue reading The Boatman rows into Under the Fable
Happy Tuesday, and welcome to the Round 106 Winners post. Thanks to everybody who wrote stories last weekend and to Rob Knipe who did an admirable job as a first time judge. You’ll find his comments below.
This is the first time I’ve ever judged anything, more or less. I’ve inspected things and made sure that they’re all done to a certain standard, but this was far harder than pointing out a build up of carbon and telling someone to bring it back when it’s clean. Two things you should know, I use smiley’s way too often, and sometimes I write a joke in a story then have to delete the smiley at the end of it. I smile too much, and I put them everywhere. Apologies in advance.
Some great stuff here. I was going to do some HMs and 1st and 2nd, but thought they…
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I force myself further into the corner of a musty, damp room. Paint peels like ancient scrolls on the mouldering walls that crumble and stick to my hands when I push against it. Planet Nine’s shadow gives the daylight a gloomy look, like an extreme solar eclipse. Dim light comes from the window to my … Continue reading Planet Nine – The World Eater
The sun gleamed off the aircraft’s metallic underside. He could feel it radiating heat. His distorted reflection stared back, facial features recognisable, but askew. For a moment, his mirror-image appeared to smile, though he did not. He slowly reached out. He hoped the thin veil that separates this world from the one so often reflected … Continue reading Tarmac Trepidation
A bit of Flash Fiction.
Terror on the Tarmac
by Rob Knipe
The sun gleamed off the aircraft’s metallic underside. He could feel it radiating heat. His distorted reflection stared back, facial features recognisable, but askew. For a moment, his mirror-image appeared to smile, though he did not. He slowly reached out.
He hoped the thin veil that separates this world from the one so often reflected would hold out.
His hand inched closer to the fuselage.
Despite the heat, the metal surface was cold, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. The fingers of his image intertwined with his own and held him fast. He was being gently pulled.
The voice faded almost as soon as it began, whispered through an unseen mouth, from an unknown being.
His likeness’s expression remained passive as black tendrils grew from the edge of its face, spreading out until it was surrounded by…
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