Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: A New Pope and the Bureaucracy Strikes Back

Darius dropped to his knees and ripped the cover away from the manual door controls, tossing it aside. Leaning to his right, he looked down the long corridor and saw that his pursuers had yet to circumnavigate the pile of synthore he had dropped in front of the door to the cargo bay. Quickly, he … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: A New Pope and the Bureaucracy Strikes Back

Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: The Day the Sky Became Like Dirt (or Markus Wells Has a Drink)

On Thursdays, the slow flow of traffic on Kegel Station made St. Pete's Pub an acceptable place to get away from people. Jax, the bartender on duty this particular Thursday, was wiping down the brass when the old-style wooden door creaked open. The bright light from the promenade outside the bar reflected in the big … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: The Day the Sky Became Like Dirt (or Markus Wells Has a Drink)

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: This One Walks on Fire

A scene. --- They labeled her a messiah, but they could not understand why she screamed in terror as they approached the surface of the fireball planet of Tjordin. Her faithful priests methodically removed her protective spacesuit, down to her thermals as she thrashed, clawed, and bit at them. Several of the priests were injured … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: This One Walks on Fire

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: 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