Are you aware there are underwater microphones all across the ocean? Largely, they record whales, icebergs and volcanic activity. However, since their installation, they’ve also picked up a variety of unidentified, unusual sounds. …

Prompted by a Local Dog — A small brown blob, on four short legs, ambles towards its prey in the grass. A proud snouted hunter, her wet nose aimed steadily. This hero pup, an inspiration to dog-kind, has her eye upon intruders in the garden; little toads and bugs. How dare they breach her territory like…

The Pink Crystal — NOTE: This is merely the opening “introduction” section of Chapter Five. The full piece will publish soon, and act as a final part to the ongoing “Maian Tiger Trilogy”. A Decent fortnight lasts — by our current calculations — for a further eight days than its cosmic counterpart. A week…

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Comments from The Immaculate Lab on the nature of rare elemental discoveries. — 01. Beveron (Bv) Atomic Number: 120 Atomic Weight: 300.46 Beveron was first discovered beneath the oceans of Ūdan-III. Hoarded by the mermaids and their kin, this magnificent substance holds a perpetual liquid state; regardless of its temperature. We use it as a solar lubricant, whenever a star is in our proximity. The brutish working classes were responsible for quite…

A piece of new music, and an explanation of absence. — It’s been another one of those times, where I’m absent from Medium for quite a while. I hate it when this happens, and I miss your work as much as posting. It’s always the same reasons that cause it; exhaustion, busyness and mental turmoil. The latter sounds worse than it…

Sally O’Malley (a diamond unpolished, hurled into the ocean) — As Petey stood alone and cold in a bright chamber, awaiting his vision of death, his mind wandered nostalgic paths; winding memory lanes. All roads led to more precious reminiscence, more tragic regrets. He heard a sound from the adjoining room — a kind of klaxon, a kind of scream…

Inspired by a local group of scribes — 365 days, 366 in a leap year. An entire chapter of your life, segmented down to four seasons. Winter starts the crawl, a single mitten in the snow. A sled across the car park sludge. A dinner with a stranger. The scraper on a frosty car windshield cracks the ice. …

Written in Stone (typed in microsoft word) — Push button. His dusted, dated desktop Dell chugged into gear as if governed by churning teams of cogs. Force slow legs stand, shimmy into kitchen. He always avoided the creaking floorboard, but — as his health began to reflect his age — he couldn’t help the strained sinew in his…