The rocks and soil above his head rumbled and shook. He looked upwards; shafts of light pierced the darkness. There was nowhere below him, what had been his home was now a pile of debris and death. Above him lay the bright lands, the hairy two legs and their infernal contraptions. His huge arms powered him upwards, there was only forwards.
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Specimen July 13th is a short story by Dan Hekate from Datacide 17:
‘Kate Macmillan had been following Specimen July 13th all week. He fascinated and beguiled her in equal measure. It had been months since she had been this intrigued…’
Read MoreIs this an introduction or a tangent into the befuddled mind of a fantasy writer? I guess I’ll leave that
Read MoreStory by Dan Hekate from Almanac for Noise & Politics 2015 An array of lights blinked across the gleaming hard
Read MoreSpent Nuke cartridges, expired bots and other assorted trash littered the street in section 56. Somehow Fiona and Gil had
Read More“I need flesh.” I said slapping the 2nd gen’s huge cock away. I was not disgusted, it’s not an emotion
Read MoreHe checked his reflection for splatters of red and pushed open the heavy door of the Crooked Billet. With a
Read MoreStory by Dan Hekate The smell of shit permeates the small murky room; the figure takes an age to pull
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