Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: The Rapacious Mister Giles

Damon is a colony kid, one of the many dancing in dusty coveralls under the protective dome above us all. These children have no worries. Their parents are scientists: astrobiologists, geologists, chemists, engineers, meteorologists. Their parents have built this colony on this tiny moon, and toil endlessly to keep it running, to keep it growing, … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: The Rapacious Mister Giles

Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: Eye Appointment

"Devour us," the old warlord commanded his underling. "Take my strength and the strength of these warriors and defeat these sadistic imperialists." The collective gasp of the twenty gathered warchiefs could have been enough to empty the tight planning module of breathable air. All of them were seasoned veterans of the long conflict, witnesses to … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: Eye Appointment

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