A1: Ashen stars, I just want to go home. B1: Keep us on a straight course. Fleet's one jump out.
Flight Log #2980
Flight Log #2877
A1: They’re mobilising us for what? B1: Parabus apparently. Commander has taken emergency powers, so they’re saying, and he’s sending us out to some Confederate outposts...
Traitor’s Crossing
Brahl was a dead man. The greataxe he heaved in his large hands would no longer save him, as across the rickety wooden bridge, his once friends stared at him with burning eyes of rage...
Every Second
What ever happened? Where did those mornings go when we would be woken by the golden spears of dawn piercing an ice chilled sky? Why do we miss those nights where we sang beneath the moon and danced with stars until we fell with weary feet...
Happy Birthday
‘It’s my birthday’. That’s what the sign said, half propped against a much too empty box. It’s my birthday. Words the crept into my heart and left a chill that I couldn’t shake, no matter how I fought to beat it back...
Brew
The energy surged through him. He could feel the tingle as it wound its way down his limbs, almost as though it worked a bizarre magic across his body. Even his mind felt sharper, a keen blade that had been honed to a vicious point upon a whetstone...
Night Owl
Did that punctuation belong there? It didn’t look right. And that word, surely that made absolutely no sense to have it in the phrase she did. Or was it? Maybe she was overthinking it, after all she had been at it for well over five hours...
Odd, quirky, with a slightly warped sense of humour, Thomas is a an author from the down-under, writing of life's oddities. Never liking to stay in one place for long, he writes in an array of genres, though will always find his passion in fantasy and sci-fi. Currently he is working on his passion project, 'The Ended Saga'.
