Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: Finger Food

Another very short piece for Salvatore Ambulando's Detritus. I think that sometimes, when writing science fiction, it is not so important that you have the technical expertise to understand possible future technologies, or even modern ones. I think what's important, when the scene calls for it, is that you sound like you do. Science seems … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: Finger Food

Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: Whistling in the Dark

I love space. Not just the planets, stars, and galaxies - I like room to maneuver. I think the space setting gives me that more than any other setting. It's vast, cold, unknown. We, as humans, breaking out from that frontier line into the unknown will inevitably take our humanity with us, in all its … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: Whistling in the Dark

Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: An Execution With a Dull Blade Under Charcoal Skies at Breakfast

I think I've said I was never fan of writing shorts, but there is satisfaction to be found in subtle scene building. It's this art of minutiae that bridges the gap between dialogue and setting. Anyone can do dialogue - he said, she said, he replied, she admitted, they queried, it pondered - but it … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: An Execution With a Dull Blade Under Charcoal Skies at Breakfast

Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: Gone to Visit the In-Laws

Gathering speed, Professor Travers ran down the long hill towards the crash site, his white lab coat billowing out behind him like a superhero's cape. Before him, a large plume of acrid smoke was already rising into the air. The chances of the crash being witnessed by humans in a 20-mile radius were high. As … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: Gone to Visit the In-Laws

Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: Nostril Mining on Titan

As Wayne stood in the methane downpour, his mind was diverted from the logical queries that should have been forming in his brain. He should have been freezing and gasping for air as he stood naked on the surface of Titan.  Instead, he was assaulted with a powerful yet illogical urge to find the rest … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: Nostril Mining on Titan