Abandoned

The book was dog-eared and somewhat tatty round the edges, its fine leather cover battered and creased from having been stuffed into small cases. The dark material gave no clues to the secrets that might be contained within its pages. Unlined sheets of creamy paper, the odd one turned over at the corner. Just a book; unremarkable, unexceptional. And unnoticed.

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Garbage

Garbage.  That was all that was left now.  We’d picked over the scraps, sent anything of any useable size back to HQ for analysis, cleared the site, written the interim reports. But there had been very little to retrieve. Disintegrating alien craft tend to be fairly destructive and this was not just one exploding UFO.  There were several of them. It was a miracle that any buildings had survived, that anything, indeed anyone, had survived. Continue reading

The Master

Hell, what a night to have yet another interminable meeting. October 31st. And she would be going home to an empty house, the rooms dark and cold, no one to welcome her, to open the door to make her a drink. He was working late. The last day on the month was always a late night for him. Still, she could get some writing done. Or drawing. Continue reading

Brief Encounters

Chapter 1
23rd June 2000

My nineteenth birthday tomorrow. And I have to work. As usual. Well, I suppose it’s better than being out of work, although I never intended to be a uni student here in London studying a combination of  Languages and History of Warfare and have a job as well. Although a part-time waitressing  isn’t really what I would call a job. It keeps me in beer money, and pays the rent. Most of the time anyway.

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