I told you I’d send you a postcard from paradise, right? To be honest, I feel like I left paradise to come here. I dream of it sometimes, being back on Amurin...
Postcard from Paradise
Flight Log #2980
A1: Ashen stars, I just want to go home. B1: Keep us on a straight course. Fleet's one jump out.
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...
First Bullet
Now, when I say I shot first, I don’t mean a literal bullet. Well, actually, now that I think about it, it kinda is, but isn’t what you think. It’s a tad complicated. At least, it seems to be in my head...
Keep ’em Close
Piece of advice? Keep your cards close to your chest. You don’t know what anyone else has across the table, but they’re all wondering the same thing. Keep it that way...
The Gunslinger
You notice a tome of scattered pages that lies half buried beneath the rubble of what appears to once have been an air hanger. Kicking aside the debris, you pick up the paper and leaf through the handwritten notes...
Cell
The rock-slabbed cell wall felt cold against her back. Somewhere nearby, across the room that was akin to a pit sunk into the ground, a dripping noise echoed softly. It was the only sound that made its way to Vera’s ears...
Engrid #17
E: You keep your damn hands off my work! A: Keep your paws off my equipment then!
Collapse I
"Disperse!” a harried voice cried over the comms as the line of CAF fighters fired their afterburners and ripped forward, the once ordered line of waiting pilots now a mess of chaos. Red tracers skimmed past as the talon riddled bodies of Sirens screamed past...
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'.
