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Spontaneous by Weaponised, literature

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Spontaneous

Sitting in the passenger seat of a patrol car at three in the morning was enough that no amount of black coffee could keep one’s mind from threatening to drift off to sleep. Nights with nary a call were precious, fragile things but threatened to go on forever from the very boredom of inactivity. “When was the last time you saw a firefighter walking alone at night?” Elliot asked while touching his fingers to the keys waiting in the ignition. “What?” Anton said as he snapped out of his daydream. Elliot pointed his chin to the darkened square where stood a man naked from the waist up. His ragged chest, shoulders

Early Retirement by Weaponised, literature

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Early Retirement

António had been sitting at the cafe table in the open square for fifteen minutes. The wide red umbrella set up near him took the sting out of the Lisbon summer heat but did nothing for the humidity coming off the Tagus and up the hill where he sipped at an iced espresso. “I hope we haven’t kept you waiting.” said a tall blonde woman in a smart business suit as came to his table, low heels clicking on the old black and white cobbles. He stood and she greeted him with a kiss on each cheek as was the local custom. “Not at all.” He said. “This is a pretty typical Friday morning for me.” The man

Horace on the Bridge by Weaponised, literature

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Horace on the Bridge

I will tell you about the last time we tried a counter-invasion. The plan was this: to decapitate their command structure and destroy their ability to create bridges across the multiverse, thus locking them in their own worldline and perhaps even instigate a power struggle amongst their elite. This was back when there were just around a dozen of us, hopping from worldline to worldline, trying to stay ahead of the Howlers. It wasn’t common for governments to take our warnings of impending extinction seriously; not unless there was a large enough community of free agent post and preterhumans to reason with. On Earth-749 we took advantag

After the Storm by Weaponised, literature

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After the Storm

Jessup’s eyes creaked open to the soft light coming from the blue-curtained French window. He laid there for minutes he didn’t bother to count before the aroma of salted butter on toast and fresh coffee called to him. His stomach groaned and his mouth watered. He arched his back in a deep stretch before getting out of the bed. It seemed that a town’s worth of people was already in the large kitchen cum dining hall. He walked in and it was as if they had set aside all sense of urgency, at least for today. The frenzy and crisis Jessup had lived through in the previous days was replaced with the slow sizzle of bacon, scrambled

Founder Effect by Weaponised, literature

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Founder Effect

Marshall hit the overhead lights only to be frustrated with continued darkness. He cursed out loud and stumbled drunkenly into the room to turn on the reading lamp. He startled at the sound of breaking glass and turned to see the grey-clad man in the leather mask he’d known from years ago standing easy in the corner. He held the spatulate-ended baton low but ready. “That vase was two hundred years old.” Marshall said as he tried to palm his smartphone from his pocket. “And you owe me a light bulb.” Grey teleported forward and to his side, smashing the phone to glass dust and cracked plastic. Then he connected

Of Sterner Stuff by Weaponised, literature

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Of Sterner Stuff

“We have you at Mach 8, Starshot, come back.” “Mach 8 confirmed, Adirondack Control.” Andreia was smiling ear to ear as she whipped up again for another darting ascent through the white clouds just a few kilometres above her powered jetsuit. The air condensed in front of her for another sonic boom. Her HUD displayed her energy outputs for the umpteenth time. “The wakefield generators are holding strong. It’s getting a little choppy up here.” Strong shearing winds buffeted her, making her path of flight start to deviate from a straight line to a shallow winding climb. She was being jostled hard enou

From Beyond the Gulfs by Weaponised, literature

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From Beyond the Gulfs

Natanya keyed the command for the audio scrubber to go through the message again and clucked audibly before turning to her companion. “It’s not just that it’s garbled. The message is not in any language we have in the databases. The closest we can get is some sort of proto-Aramaic.” “Someone sent a message in coded ancient Hebrew?” Helmut tried. She shook her head without looking away from the waves of audio displayed on the screen. “No. It’s more vocabulary rich. There’s a phrase that keeps coming up.” She clicked to a one of the colour coded sections and opened the computer gen

All the Myriad Ways by Weaponised, literature

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All the Myriad Ways

The tyres on the SUV squealed just before the vehicle hit him. He was knocked away and tumbled onto his backside but promptly got back up before the driver even started to honk and scream at him. He hardly took notice of that as he continued to look up at the city skyline. He had fallen through what felt like all the branes of reality so fast and for so long that they all seemed to blur together. He’d seen glimpses of inevitable horror and defeat that outnumbered the few dozen places where they had eked out a desperate victory. But he had arrived too late. “Or too early?” he mused. The buildings were no longer charred bla

Ye Who Enter Here by Weaponised, literature

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Ye Who Enter Here

“Nice to see you up and about.” The other man said behind him. He shrugged. “Just a matter of time before you regret it.” Jessup had stumbled up a high craggy peak to find his bearings as soon as he’d come to. He was still turning about himself trying to make sense of what he was seeing. It was a vast cavern that rose up so high that the very ceiling was shrouded in a roiling orange black haze of soot and reflection of the fire pits below. As far as the eye could see, the jagged mountainsides writhed as if covered in flesh toned grass. There was a constant wail of voices that came in ebbs and flows. “What

Hours Lost by Weaponised, literature

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Hours Lost

The world had fallen away. Hours upon hours were lost on this fevered task, interrupted only to eat and keep his body up to strength or lie awake in his bed until the obsession called him back to the computer. He ignored the dull pain behind his bloodshot eyes. Outside, the rain had been pelting car hoods and blacktop for so long it was nothing but white noise added to the low hiss of the computer and the hum of the fridge. There was only the screen, highlighted by the wan light of overcast sky or sickly sodium lamps cutting through the dark. Day or night were no different as long as there was yet more to watch and watch again until nagging

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Spontaneous by Weaponised, literature

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Early Retirement by Weaponised, literature

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Early Retirement

Horace on the Bridge by Weaponised, literature

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Horace on the Bridge

After the Storm by Weaponised, literature

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After the Storm

Founder Effect by Weaponised, literature

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Founder Effect

Of Sterner Stuff by Weaponised, literature

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Of Sterner Stuff

From Beyond the Gulfs by Weaponised, literature

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From Beyond the Gulfs

All the Myriad Ways by Weaponised, literature

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All the Myriad Ways

Ye Who Enter Here by Weaponised, literature

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Ye Who Enter Here

Hours Lost by Weaponised, literature

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Hours Lost

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Night Light by SRSmith, literature

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Night Light

I woke with a start before dawn, the sky outside was still dark and yet the room was bathed in a shimmering orange glow. For a moment I thought I was dreaming, but the room was my room, as I left it when I went to sleep, excepting of course the strange light. And the man. He sat just beyond the foot of the bed in a straight back chair that did not belong, his arms at his side, hands folded neatly in his lap. His head was tipped back ever so slightly, and flames poured as if liquid from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth only to evaporate before reaching his shoulders, filling the air and the room with this shimmering liquid firelight. I knew in my gut what this was, who this was, why he was here. I had been remiss, I owed him a debt and he was trying to collect. I believed him lost. I thought I could forget. I thought he was free of this mortal coil, and yet here he was, having found his own way from who knows where to me. The air crackled, static charge raising my hair as it bridged

Bubble by OttoVonSuds, literature

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Bubble

Usually I don't do cultural PODs as descriptions but here's a piece requested by one of my friends. Yes, it's another scenario suggested by Mako-chan, the same person behind "Crazy days". This one has been sitting in the archives for something like 7 to eight years. The divergence is that the fashion designer who in OTL discovered "Twiggy" in 1966 instead in 1958 finds someone else. He notices an overweight 18 year old redhead who he describes in his private journal as having "a slight double chin, smallish breasts, a bubble butt and baby face" but "still very pretty in kind of a harmless girl next door sort of way. Kind of cherubic I guess."[1] As a bet with one of his friends, he decides to recruit her as a model, using the name "Bubble". Surprisingly she is popular and that fashion designer's works sell. His friend is out a few grand. Within a few years, other designers pick up on it. Think of it as a cultural shift paralleling OTL's move towards thinner and thinner girls in

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Siege of Taurus by Weaponised, literature

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Siege of Taurus

The siege lasted two years and we were about ready to throw in the towel by then. We had no air support, had been pushed back to the fortified bunkers all the way from the enemy's beachheads and under heavy shelling. It was taking a toll on our morale. Not only that, but the last we heard from GalCom said that fourteen other incursions had been made all over Human space. FUBAR, as the expression went. Local command tried to keep our spirits up by keeping up a steady trickle of low-scale sallies. When Espareth ships were too far off on the other side of the planet for close air support, we'd hit their ground forces with everything we had and

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

June 12
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I live in a part of the World currently known as The West, where modern trends clash with age old tradition. Understand that I love that. History and science fiction are two of my main interests and I always try to combine the two somehow. Past and future always seem at odds. Somewhere in the middle, there we are, caught in the maelstrom. Somewhere in that swirling storm, there I am. Watching. Wondering. Dreaming. Writing.

I rock out to Metallica when the mood strikes me for session of wall-smashing sound. Have you ever heard James Hetfield sing about the glory of the internal combustion engine or what it's like to lose your mind in a sanitarium or try to barter you out of your soul with the Devil's own words? You might like it. I certainly do.

I love (LOVE!) comics, a.k.a. graphic novels. It's a shame I can't draw anything worth the napkin it's doodled on. But hey, if YOU dig the comic format AND you can draw AND you're short on stories, don't be shy. Drop me a line. I've got them up the wazoo.

I have a personal quote that I say to myself each and every time I submit a piece of writing, be it on DeviantArt, or to a magazine or to a publisher. It's not very deep or eloquent but I mean it whole-heartedly. That personal quote is: I hope it doesn't suck.

So take a look around. I won't charge you for browsing. And feel free to comment. I like the conversation.

Favourite Visual Artist

I can't get enough of Billy Tan at the moment. Juan Jose Ryp is awesome, too.

Favourite Movies

Bram Stoker's Dracula; Dark Knight. No, I will not choose just one!

Favourite TV Shows

Firefly was the bomb! Scifi nerds should check out Babylon 5 and Star Trek: DS9; Buffy, the Vampire Slayer was another great Joss Whedon project. And right now I can't wait for more The Walking Dead.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Metallica! Metallica! Korn, too. Rammstein. Oh, and Guano Apes. Bush sometimes.

Favourite Books

The Lord of the Rings Trilogy; Antares Dawn by Michael McCollum; A Hymn Before Battle; Zima Blue; Old Man's War; Thirteen Bullets; No Hero by Warren Ellis.A God Somewhere by John Arcudi and Peter Snejbjerg.

Favourite Writers

In no particular order: Alastair Reynold, Neal Asher, John Scalzi, Rick Remender, Warren Ellis, H.P. Lovecraft, David Wellington. John Ringo can write some awesomely kinetic action, though.

Favourite Games

Remember Starcraft? Good times.

Favourite Gaming Platform

PC, but not for a great many years.

Tools of the Trade

Word; pen and paper. Not always in that order.

Other Interests

Science fiction. Comic books. History. Writing. Reading. Day trips. Karate. No particular order.

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Weaponised

Jul 25, 2016

People who favourite your work without even having had the time to read it just so you might give them a page view or a 'thanks for the fave'. This is my newest pet peeve. Seriously.

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Weaponised

Jul 26, 2013

Daily Deviation!

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I must say these have been a very satisfying few days since I saw that my story from last year's Flash Fiction Month received a Daily Deviation. Siege of Taurus has so far gotten 1425 views and been favourited 54 times. I've gotten some impressive exposure and a great deal of positive feedback so I would say some thanks are in order. Firstly, I have to say thank you to ^Beccalicious for featuring Siege of Taurus. If not for her, I wouldn't have received any of the appreciation on that story that I got. Secondly, I'd like to say a special thank you to ~aliceinthematrix for the very special words she left on Siege of Taurus and also on A Turn