Maybe Tomorrow

January 12, 2010

Latest news from Fiona Linday!

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Latest news from Fiona Linday (23/12/2009)

“I’m published with a novel for teens. The publishers are Onwards and Upwards and the book is called ‘Get Over It’ Adventures. It tells the hopeful tale of a youth, John and his dad when the mum dies. They go on an extended holiday in Greece delaying facing the truth. I hope to run creative writing workshops in youth settings to help them with the challenges they face and their issues.

Now, I’m looking forward to celebrating Christmas with my family. Blessings and good health to fellow contributors. The New Year will be exciting included in the Maybe Tomorrow Anthology.”

November 23, 2009

J.F. Juzwik bio, now and next

Filed under: Authors — Tags: , , — fergus @ 8:09 pm

From J.F. Juzwik author of “Gone, But Not Forgotten”;

I have had a crime fiction novel published by DiskUsPublishing and a horror short published in the anthology, Deathgrip: The Legacy. My crime shorts have appeared in the webzines Crooked and A Twist of Noir. I am currently working on two crime shorts and completing the manuscript of my second crime fiction novel. In process is also my YA chapter book series entitled Choices, which will be released by the end of this year or early next year by DiskUsPublishing. I am a member of several writers’ networks and maintain a blog for both writers and readers at jfjuzwik.blogspot.com and information on all my projects can be found on my website at jfjuzwik.webs.com.

Twitter: @JFJuzwik

November 18, 2009

A snippet from Fergus Neff

Filed under: Authors, General — Tags: , , — fergus @ 12:59 pm

I’m mid-way through writing the series of short stories kicked off by The Gardener – the series is titled “The Tales of the Stones” and covers a number of characters across an expanse of space and time. Among these characters are Taku and Argarrai, the two Gardeners that we will meet in this first story as part of the Maybe Tomorrow anthology.

Each story is consumable on its own or as part of the greater collection. Most likely I’ll shoot for the individual stories and the whole collection to be released in e-book form and just the whole collection in good old fashioned, printed on paper book type things!

Twitter: @chillyspoon
Web: blogisonfire.com

November 8, 2009

An excerpt from “End Day” by S.C. Hayden

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Byline:

The great wars of the future are over. A society obsessed with
violence is born. John Hollis questions life in a world where death is
mandated by The State.

About the Author:

S.C. Hayden’s fiction has appeared in a number of magazines and
journals throughout the English speaking world. His first novel, a
social satire titled “American Idol” is slated for publication with
Mythica Publishing. He is currently at work on a collection of short
fiction.

Excerpt:

Dayton Death’s Inc. provided every violent death imaginable. You could
be lynched, hung, drawn and quartered, guillotined, buried alive,
stoned, set on fire, or ground into sausage. They also provided, for
those who could afford it, some of the most spectacular deaths in the
industry. Dayton aired a television series, Deathstyles of the Rich
and Famous, dedicated to showcasing the most expensive celebrity End
Day events in The State. Just that past week, Country Music sensation
Jeb Reynolds was wrapped in designer fireworks and shot two hundred
feet into the air from the mouth of a canon. He exploded over the
North Pacific Ocean in an array of brilliant sunbursts and smoky
contrails. Crimsons saffrons and cerulean blues flashed magnificently
in the evening sky, as his hit single, No State Like My State, played
at deafening decibels. With the last explosion, the flares converged
and formed an image of the music legend’s face. The glowing bust hung
for a moment in the sky, then dissipated in nebulous smoky haze.

November 4, 2009

A snippet from Fran Lewis

Filed under: Authors — Tags: , — fergus @ 8:40 pm

My story Journey to Nowhere reminds me of how I feel sometimes when my days and nights just blend in and how I feel taking care of my family’s situation with my mom and I actually get to never go on vacation and go nowhere.

I am currently working on another story called Disappearance dealing with three women who wind up captives of this same demonic person in my story but in a different time period.

November 3, 2009

After Maybe Tomorrow.. what has Carole Gill been doing?

Filed under: Authors — Tags: , — fergus @ 3:49 pm

My story, DEATHLESS has inspired me to write another dark-themed short story which I am pleased to say will be appearing in another sci fi anthology..

But I have also been inspired to undertake writing a sci fi novel that I have just completed..Thinking about the future and what a nightmare it could turn into greatly affected my thinking! My novel, DESTINED is a dark-themed story of a future damaged earth wherein nothing is taken for granted and the one goal all beings have is to just survive.

Carole Gill

October 23, 2009

Excerpt from “A Journey to Nowhere” by Fran Lewis

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All I had with me was my suitcase and the clothes on my back.  I looked straight ahead of me and saw an endless dirt road which extended for miles and miles.  Wearing my lucky old beat up hat and my woollen coat, I left home early that morning to decide my fate.

My day began with breakfast, going to work at the bank and coming home to an all but empty apartment with just my faithful dog for company.  I felt as though I was going through the motions of life and my life resembled watching an old movie or rerun of a television program everyday.  Life became mundane with no challenges ahead and nothing to look forward to.  I got up at the same time every day, went to work, and came home.  I am a bank President.  I run the largest bank in this town.  It is not a very exciting job, but the money is good and it pays for my kid’s school tuition fees and their various extra-curricular activities.  There is even money for my soon to be ex-wife to shop wherever and whenever she wants.

My wife, who never had to work a day in her life, said she was bored and I provided her with no excitement.  She had been going to the gym, working out, and met someone else there.  She decided to take herself and my children and go and live with this total stranger after knowing him for just one month.  She even managed to get herself a job as a copy editor at the local newspaper in the area where she was moving to.  The man she met was the paper’s editor and I cannot see how his job was any more exciting than mine was.  However, he was 10 years younger than me and that seemed to be the draw.

Watching them leave, and feeling a tangled mixture of emotions, I realized that I could not make a difference in other people’s lives.  I needed to start with my own.  Staring into her new paramour’s face as he got into his car with my family, I had an uneasy feeling.  His eyes stared straight at me and his smile was cold and frightening.  He looked evil.  He did not speak directly to me and my kids were shaking with fear. My wife told me it would be better this way and she got into the car and never looked back.

I stood there staring at the back of the car until it disappeared.  I could not believe what had happened nor would I ever believe that I had no choice but to let it.  My children are my life and I cannot think about living the rest of it without them However, Jana felt that since I bored her to death with my day at the bank and nothing much ever happened to excite her during hers, this young guy whose face looked cold and demonic was the right one for her.  It was as if he had her under a spell.

I began to think of places that I could go and where I would spend the rest of my life.  I couldn’t even think that far ahead.  I wandered down the road until I came to a small body of water that was surrounded by trees and grass.  There was no one in sight.  It was pitch black.  The sky was covered with clouds so dark and ominous that I stood frozen to the spot and couldn’t move.  The air was damp and yet I felt nothing.  I was neither hot nor cold.  I felt numb.  Feeling nothing but pain in my heart and fear that someone would finally find me and make me go back to the life I had before, I knew that I had to make a move in some direction.

I began contemplating my next step.  I didn’t know where I was or where the road would lead me.  It was so dark that I decided to stay where I was until morning.  However, that decision was not so easy to fulfil.  I saw a light coming towards me from a distance.  I hid behind a tree, or at least, I tried to, but I was wearing a yellow shirt and the driver must have seen me from a distance.  He got out and walked in my direction.  Being in an isolated area, I didn’t know where to go or where to run.  I just stood there like a statue hoping that I would look like part of the scenery.  As he came closer, I realized that he was a police officer and might recognize me and take me back home.

He drew closer, but, before he could approach close enough to speak I heard the crackling of his radio, and he stopped in his tracks, but not before looking me straight in the eye with his cold eyes and icy stare.  His smile sent chills down my spine and I prayed he would not come any closer.  Suddenly, he tuned and returned to his car and I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I thought that for a minute he was the same man who had taken my family away from me.  However, from a distance I could not be sure. I passed the night in that place, rooted to the spot, afraid and unsure of myself. With the coming of daylight I summoned what remained of my courage, and made my way home. That very day, things began to change.

Twitter: @franellena

October 16, 2009

Excerpt from “Transition” by Bill Kirton

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Transition by Bill Kirton
Transition by Bill Kirton

Way back at the start of the century, the role-playing sites had been a revelation. People had thrown themselves into them, become slaves. masters, warlords – even poets, God help them. They’d fallen in love, married, indulged in sexual gymnastics totally incompatible with their physical condition and levels of attractiveness. And many of them had been broken when they found that the magic and freedoms they enjoyed in their virtual worlds just refused to transfer to their everyday routines.

But evolution got faster: the servers got bigger, the online experiences became even more realistic and the headsets, with their visual and olfactory sophistication, transported wearers into a virtuality which moved closer and closer to the real.

For Jez, it still wasn’t fast enough. It struck home one day in May. After breakfast he’d put on his headset and logged in to AD, which is what everyone now called Alternative Dimension. There, he was Gabriel, master of Glentyre. He harnessed his unicorn, rode it through the lava flow, left it tied up outside the Sistine Chapel while he ducked inside to fuck a wolf he’d met the previous evening in Chicago. It wasn’t special but the wolf was grateful. On the way back to his ranch on the plateau, he stopped briefly to release a tree elf from a rock in which she’d been locked by a guy with one silver wing sticking out of his forehead. She was grateful, too. The day had started well.

When he got home, his neighbour Gerry, a homosexual giraffe whose aspirations to be a DJ had so far been wrecked by the fact that he had no microphone or deck, was outside, doing his Tai Chi.

‘Hey Gerry,’ said Gabriel.

The giraffe ignored him as he moved his neck slowly from one side of his garden to the other. Gabriel stepped back as it hovered over him and, yet again, plummeted off his footpath to the floor of the ravine six thousand feet below. He always did that. It was so tedious. He got up, dusted his jacket down and flew back up. For maybe the hundredth time, he sighed at the predictability of AD and made a mental note to move the path away from the edge.

Inside the house, Derek, his stone gargoyle, was sweeping and dusting as usual. His welcome greeting sounded hollow.

‘Good morning, master. What is your pleasure?’

In the early days, before voice activation, Gabriel had smiled as he saw the words come up on the screen. Then the boredom had set in and he’d given him various answers.

‘World domination.’

‘Sex with a mushroom.’

‘Peanut butter with nipples.’

‘Tongueless cunnilingus.’

Derek had no sense of humour. His reply never varied.

‘The master has excellent taste.’

Bill Kirton.

Web: http://www.bill-kirton.co.uk/
Twitter @carver22

October 1, 2009

Excerpt from “The Gardener” by Fergus Neff

Filed under: Authors, Excerpts, Stories — Tags: , , , — fergus @ 7:48 am

Taku

Taku from The Gardener by Fergus Neff

Taku from "The Gardener" - Illustration; Keith O'Connor

The man crossed the room, stood before Argarrai and spoke with a soft engaging voice, conveying more than direct translation.

“My name is Taku.” he said.

He looked out the window to where the lights of a ship could be seen slowly ascending through the atmosphere from the nearby space port. Argarrai had spent most of his professional life there.

“When I was young, I was like you, I viewed things the same way and my life was not unlike yours. I felt curiosity burning inside whenever I looked into the night sky. Interstellar travel was well established when I was born. My people had escaped gravity to explore our local space. Eventually reaching beyond our physical limits to travel intergalactic distances, using different scales of time and life. Ship after ship went into the darkness in search of universal answers. We found other civilisations, new materials and technologies but the simple questions remained.”

He paused.

“I would battle with what I was, what my world was, what my people were and simply, why?”

He looked at his hands as if first noticing them, glanced briefly at Argarrai and returned his gaze
to the stars.

“It was a long time ago”

The words “long time” were emphasised. The stranger was intriguing but there was something
odd, something that made Argarrai uncomfortable, he was too familiar.

“Who are you?”

The words rasped. Argarrai’s chest rose and fell rapidly, the sweat on his brow glistened as
breathing became more difficult. His toes were outlined, involuntarily clenching and unclenching
against the sheets.

“I have little time for new friends or flippant conversation.”

His eyes glistened with amusement; even on his death bed a little sarcasm could be served. His mind was clear and curious. This was how he had always felt! A sense of deep frustration at his place in the universe. A successful professional life and overcoming personal tragedy to raise his daughter Sen, were universally trivial – it was all constrained within a painfully minimal context and had little to do with the surrounding world, the planet he grew up on, the solar system, the galactic arm, deep space and the expanding universe beyond. In short – what was the bloody point?

Taku smiled kindly, apparently sensing Argarrai’s thoughts. He leaned further forward,
chuckling.

“Yes, you are just like me”

“You know that it is your time to die and you desperately want answers. For that you must live
much, much longer. You must look into the night sky and see more than stars.”

Maybe Tomorrow: @mayb2morrow

Fergus Neff: @chillyspoon

Illustration of Taku for The Gardener by Keith O’Connor – Aug 2009.

September 28, 2009

Excerpt from “Life” by Sheila Deeth

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Life by Sheila Deeth

Life

It was supposed to be the highlight of her career, an alien planet, as foreign as it gets. But the air in her helmet was stale as a college dorm at 10 a.m. The gloves and boots sealed her from touch; not a co-ed dorm in that case. And she felt like a walking machine. Rough fabric crinkled and squeaked round arms and legs as if she were still back home in the water-tank. Someone had scrubbed the scenery off the walls and scattered rocks on the tiles.
Forget looking for alien life, Jen thought. She wasn’t even sure there were humans here.

Twitter: @mayb2morrow

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