Contrary to what the title suggests, this is not my outing as Perth’s premier superhero Hat-Man (though he is a dashing customer, isn’t he?.. ;) )
August 15, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
Out on the street from the pub, there were ‘no-go’ zones around the hit, marked by push notifications: ‘Street closed. Follow prompts to detour.’ The notes buzzed the mobiles in their pockets, tingling like a mild electric fence.
August 8, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
The Wild Kids jeered as Christian ground his suspension boot into the other teen’s ribs. “I told you not to collaborate on our turf, Gav.” Gavin replied by sign, twisting in agony—and if anyone there had been fluent in pain, they may have appreciated his poetry.
August 5, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
“Wait. Graham. I need you. People died to get me that last bound, it was developed under an anonymous patronage, and it’s had a terribly high cost.” “Shit, Emlen.” Graham rounded on him. “Are you dealing with Ransoms? Tell me. I’m already on the run from the ninjas—hunters—whatever—and you’re wanting to get me involved with that? Forget ale, I need a gin.” Graham feared that word. But he didn’t really know what a Ransom was.
August 1, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
“I was released after hours of questioning; but never actually cleared. It had been a pathetic, scattershot kind of accusation. They had nothing.
July 25, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
<— Previous ~~~~~ Chapter Two “I seem to have misplaced a bound, you see.” The two of them squeezed through the hole, newly torn in the ‘crete of the vault wall, its steel joists raw as bare bond, and jagged as if a screen artifact of hi-res fire. Then they fell into the blank alleyway […]
July 18, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
So that’s kickstart week over, I’m now going to relax to a steady chunk of it per week. Watch out this Friday for the beginning of the monthly ‘other fiction Friday,’ too! This time it will be from my much calmer, elderly superhero novel The Miracle.
July 18, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
<— Previous ~~~~~ Nanograph One Andy had never been much of an Author himself. Not that that’d stopped him being chosen for this mission. The employer having sent Julia to him with the material. He felt his stomach clench. Around the hard, finger length capsule in his gut. Just for once… Andy wished he was […]
July 16, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
<— Previous ~~~~~ Have you ever rained down from a volcano? Graham hadn’t, not until they base-jumped from the tower amongst the new thermals which smashed them downward. Shades had thrown him something like a poncho and told him, “it knows what to do.” Blessed fashion, he thought, at least it knows what to do. […]
August 16, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
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