Thorne Writing Solutions has various genre samples which are displayed here on this web site. Snowpuss and Gidley is a series of books regarding our ecology and critically endangered fauna and flora. It is my pet project over many years.
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The page is blank, words disappear, the hell of writing
As the necromancer cleared the rim of the moon he had an
inkling of something and he looked to his droid, which was transfixed by the
screen. ‘Sir,’ it said as an enormous ship filled the sky. Hardin jumped to the
firing platform as his droid grew silent. Firing solutions were aligned as the
cup of tea dropped to the floor and Hardens life swept before him, ‘my ship
won’t last long against this’ – ‘Stay your hand Hardin Williams, your droid has
been frozen as well your guns, you will now
come aboard the Windforce’.
‘But, but the cruiser’ –‘that is now with its Gods, now you
will come’. As Hardin stood transfixed by the sight of the Windforce his
body was surrounded by a shimmer, as the air around him became transparent, his
droid was released to monitor the ship. In seconds he became aware of a
platform and armed guards surrounded by plas-glass and he was ushered down a
corridor he thought somewhere within this ‘ship’, he thought it was but it was
enormous, spherical, lean and definite…
You sometimes wonder at the paucity of responsible
information that individuals receive to enable rational decisions to be made to
the benefit of tax payers - but when one examines the source one wonders at
this fragmented society. We are inundated with pressure groups all with an agenda but
fronted as a welfare solution when in fact that is not the case it is a simple
con to enable their agenda. Our officially appointed representatives dote on
reverence from the population instead of enacting policy –as such policy is
foisted on the population. And this is to enable some promise to a Captain of
Industry whose corporation probably pays little tax as they contemplate another
visit to their tax haven off shore. Our politicians bend over when one of them speaks or asks
for a favour as the party that they are affiliated with receive sizeable donations. So –the poor citizen of this once great country becomes
disoriented to the point of not caring as each jaunt into the unknown becomes
a cold winters morning I was – of course off world, where I spend most of my
waking hours –much to the chagrin of anybody trying to get any sense out of me.
I wandered through the remains of an ancient civilisation looking for clues to
the current conflagration now raging in this quadrant of the galaxy.
boots were scuffing the crap lying about until a glimmer of something
interesting caught my eye and as I bent down a ruddy great mouth fastened
onto my wrist and commenced trying to
remove it in one bite. My mouth went into a rictus as my other hand came up to
rip the offending beast from my hand when I suddenly came upright in bed with
tiger wrapped around my hand and giving me the best view of a wild cat.
I sat on the side of the bed I managed to remove him by pushing him off (never
in my presence harm an animal –for any reason) and as he turned around he
meowed just as the kitten he is although he is a rather large cat for his age.
Trying to stem the rush of blood while Tig…