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…
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…
Dark, confining solid walls, concrete floor, squeaking noises, shadows. dust mites. Moist heavy air one can almost eat. There is a strange energy in the air; a sense of fear, an aura of hopelessness, a foreboding. Where have they trapped us? I am sitting in the corner of a large dusty football-field sized bunker. There is some light; a stray, weird illumination. I think it’s coming from those sconces in the roof but I’m not sure. The light isn’t strong enough to see everything, but enough to see that it is difficult to find a way out. There aren’t any exit signs or any indication of floors in this place. I can’t see beyond the concrete barriers just to my left. The air moves slowly so I think that there are working fans, but that is coming from the side again to my left. There are ten of us here. We all responded to the same advertisement. We would take part in an experiment to test a new scientific application; it paid well. That was good enough for me. Laid off seven months ago I was …