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The future

As the Halpen fled Dragon pass another made their way to Tinurth, in another part of the wastelands. This area and indeed the planet, which had been a trading highway, had been abandoned, for most life forms had vanished from this system. The term ‘most life forms’ would not describe Hardon Williams, in any of the numerous languages/dialects in this piece of space.  Adventurer, vagabond, womaniser or drifter, the description of Hardon might even stretch the vocabulary of a word-smith.
His Dove-wing flyer, the Necromancer, had many improvements from its original design specifications; one in which he had invested a wad of negotiable coin of the realm, was the engine configuration. Designed and installed by an Illurian it was superior to those built by the Xinian artificers. The redesigned motors ran on the principle of hydrogen-mass conversion and the light speed achieved ensured that Hardon came away from any negotiation with all his parts intact.
Another innovation had been the weapons…

Snowpuss and Gidley - The Beginning

He stared, the shadow he thought but the thing, he could not call it anything for sure, it moved or melted, just there - and then it wasn't  His eyes were on stalks as he blinked then looked again. It was there then the air wavered and the stand of trees stood on the water, on the water. His mind couldn't process the image, the water was solid and the trees had moved. 
The darkness appeared among the trees, shimmered as the scene disappeared. He shook his head, his breath came in gasps, he’d forgotten to breath. Jason felt his scalp, his hair was standing up and he knew some sort of electrical current had been generated. The water surface returned to its blue opaqueness and the pelicans glided in as the whole area returned to normal, everything was back except poor Jason, he was breathing heavily and his hands shook, what had happened?
The sail boats bobbed and the water lapped at the edge of the river, the wind returned, lightly as the clouds retreated and the peaceful village …

Faster than Light

‘The universe is growing, we know that, but where to what is outside that it can grow, become larger, within it or is it squeezing into another space, we do not know. It is forming life within the universe, at disparate points seemingly without reason, but the universe does nothing randomly, is it making way or is it that it has not finished, that the reason it expands is that it does not stop.’
‘Let’s get this in perspective. Earth is the centre of our understanding, but according to you it is a fly blot on history. If I understand what a fly is, yes, your milky way is a spot on an infinitesimally larger body which includes other – larger galaxies.’
‘So if we want to travel to these other galaxies we best develop FTL drives.’
‘That is currently beyond your technology; beside we had not slipped this into your development phase, yet. Besides FTL drives are –in your terms very slow.’
‘Your education is now to begin. You tie everything to light, why. That is all you know, all your scientists…

Paradise

On this calm Sunday morning, the weather fresh, the clouds receding and the water flat as glass, the day starts in Paradise. Retirement to such a place involves a 200m trip to the boat ramp from my house and a leisurely starting of the motor. Ten minutes and we are in the middle of a lake 3k wide and steering towards an idyllic landfall. Surrounded by pelicans we steer the boat east on a voyage towards the epicentre of a lake that is 5k long and the entrance to the river.
This trip is one of many I had planned in my retirement which at one point seemed but a dim chance as we ventured from one Caravan Park to another. Not one of them could give me what I craved after a lifetime working; my needs were simple, a quiet place to live, a mountain to look at, trees full of birds, and a place to launch a small boat to idle away relaxing from a lifetime of stress.
The one place in a quiet little village called Camden Haven is where all my dreams came true – Christmas Cove Caravan Park. Where …

The Quicken

The Portals had started several months after the terror of the nuclear holocaust. What had started, as a series of lights from the sky became a hellish crisscross of burning lights, somewhat like the aurora borealis The sweat poured from his face, the eyes blurred and the physical anxiety threatened to force him to push the others away. It couldn’t be a nightmare. He had warned that guy not to sit near the window opening.
You might have got a thick envelope or a stiff folder through it.  The bloke would have weighed 16 stone at least and they sucked him through the slit. The look on the guy’s face belied belief - but the pain he felt was real. He couldn’t believe that he was going through a mailbox slit - His backside went and he nearly swallowed his own feet. His last thoughts betrayed him, incomprehension; pain and terror bestrode his face, as his crushed body slithered into the wet maw of the creatures gaping mouth.
He stopped the thoughts - at least he tried. Sweat ladled his face h…