The question had been rhetorical, thrown into space by boredom from lips that seldom idled with such insignificances. The answer was known to every person in the kingdom, would certainly be known by erudites down the ages, yet it was not the one the empty room provided. Had it come from any other source, he
It’s already a week into August, and the heat and humidity just keep getting more and more unbearable, even at Schlock Magazine towers. So it was figured that the best way to cool down would be… no, not the beach, but obviously the cold vacuum of space! Welcome to the Schlock – the Space-pulp issue.
His eyes surveyed the hills. They crawled, poked around, explored hidden caverns with their tendrils, photographed hamlets with their pupils, and relayed back data to the central brain, Cranus. Cranus sat in state, a pulsing grey jelly trembling under the load of incoming data. He processed the information, while feasting on the planet’s denizens,
by Ellen Pace Anne Fairfax fiddled with the nib of her fountain pen, feigning interest in the current discussion. The various project leaders of the Ruysdael Initiative were gathered around a circular table ensconced by back benches in a lavishly finished auditorium; the smell of grinding steel and embers managed to pervade every inch of
They were buried in shallow soil – now they’re uprooted and on the rampage, unstable and insatiable!!! ‘If you thought Killer Karrots I was the worst thing ever written, think again. Sick Sue outdoes herself!!’ The Skryptulchre ‘Full of classical allusions, with a protagonist called Kassandra, this post-feminist fable is the Caesar – or Calphurnia