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: 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: 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: 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