• 02 - Mirrorheart

    04 – Status Quo

    Curt winced as the clipboard came down on his head.   ‘Who the fuck taught you first aid?’ Parker-2 asked, apparently aghast at the job he’d done of cleaning and bandaging the wound.   ‘You did, dickhead,’ he retorted and smirked at the doctor. ‘Shouldn’t I be smacking you?’   ‘Don’t flirt, O’Connor, besides, spanking costs extra.’ Parker-2 grabbed a wheeled stool and sat. ‘You did a decent job,’ he said as he cleaned the wound. ‘Could be improved though. You’ve done the basic course, but you never came back for the advanced stuff. It would look really good on your aide application if you’ve already got that squared away.’…

  • 02 - Mirrorheart

    03 – Shockwave

    Before the shatter   Curt ducked behind a half-full industrial bin and the detritus that had accumulated around it. It would do for a few minutes – the collection of empty boxes, packing plastic and deep shadows would keep everyone off his trail for a moment at least.   He kept himself silent and still for a moment, listening for any sounds of pursuit. Any start-stop footsteps that meant someone was trying to be sneaky, and pounding of heavy boots from Solstice tryhards wanting another kill.   Nothing.   Whatever fights were going on, there was nothing close enough to mess with him.   With one more look around, looking…

  • 01 - Mirrorfall

    42 – Probably Not The Answer

    ‘You’re an idiot.’   ‘I heard you the first four times.’   Stef watched as Curt walked over the scaled-down sim like some kind of overly-formal kaiju. It was mostly a collection of warehouses and industrial buildings. Nothing that would have a lot of traffic at night, which was good – it meant fewer civilians getting in the way.   ‘You’re an idiot.’   Sending him a text hadn’t annoyed him. Asking for help hadn’t annoyed him. It wasn’t until she’d loaded the sim and explained what she was studying for that his vocabulary had seemed to boil down to three words, spoken with an increasingly flustered voice.   ‘I…

  • 2019 Short Stories

    Breathing

    Click to jump straight to the chapter. One Year Before Dorian Knocks Humans liked to use the phrase “more or less”. Approximation. Something that would suffice without being optimal. With a single word change, it becomes us: more and less. From the moment we were born, we’ve been more and less. More than he. More than I. More than us. Less than two, more than one. More than two, less than one. From the moment we were born, we’ve been more than lonely, but less than alone. Parker-2 spun the pen and watched as his twin’s fingers ghosted the movement. We could always feel each other. Usually, the separation of…self…