Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: Concessions

"You will, of course, be required to act as our labor pool for at least two hundred generations," the representative of the Galathran race reminded. "At such time as the planet is no longer viable for extraction of resources, we will find your people suitable replacement positions as labor on one of our other venture … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: Concessions

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

Day Twenty-Nine – Papercut Moseby’s Left Withered

There is darkness and sound--a repetitive thud and scraping of metal. I feel heat radiating around me, and I feel trapped and claustrophobic. I cannot move my body more than a few inches in any direction. There are walls surrounding me, lined with soft silk. I feel myself pressed against a cushion to my back--laying … Continue reading Day Twenty-Nine – Papercut Moseby’s Left Withered

Day Twenty-Seven – We Who Are About to Sigh, Salute You

What follows is a list of things no human knows about me. What follows are instances in the great effluvia of creation in which I have found myself directly in control of God's hand, like a golf instructor reaches around his student as their hips swing in unison. What you are about to read is … Continue reading Day Twenty-Seven – We Who Are About to Sigh, Salute You

Day Twenty-Two – All Aboard for Stenotrophomonas maltophilia and Pancakes

"Yes, Chef," Remi Grismain barks. Chef Garret departs the kitchen to attend to something in the dining room. Remi watches him go, then sighs. With the last of the tomatoes cored and skinned, the apprentice dumps them unceremoniously into a blender and sets it for purée. He takes a moment, as the tomatoes turn to … Continue reading Day Twenty-Two – All Aboard for Stenotrophomonas maltophilia and Pancakes

Day Thirteen – Twisted Machinations of the 5th Street Mediocre Virtuoso

Nash has just been punched in the face for the first time. The feeling is like falling from the top of a lighthouse, but finding yourself mired in the beam, suspended above the crashing waves in a blinding light, while orbiting the spire of the lighthouse itself at mach speed. His neck snaps back, jostling … Continue reading Day Thirteen – Twisted Machinations of the 5th Street Mediocre Virtuoso