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

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: 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

Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: A Requiem for Mr. Harrison (or Mr. Mystery’s Reflection in a Pool of Blood)

It's morning. I rise. I grab a handful of my clothes and depart the darkness of my abode. The handful smells of ashtrays and last night’s three-too-many, but I smirk with the roll of the drums and we start this day with a yummy taste of disappointment. Like every day. I wish I could have … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: A Requiem for Mr. Harrison (or Mr. Mystery’s Reflection in a Pool of Blood)