Departure Day

“I’m sorry, sir, but it’s been declined.” “What? No, try it again.” “I have, sir, three times. It’s no longer valid.” Harvey felt his left eye twitch, yet again. It had been doing that for most of the day. He took a deep breath before holding the credit card out again. “It is still valid,”…

Daniel’s Decision

If she called, he was going to say yes. That was that. No more thinking or worrying; it would be a simple ‘Yes’. Daniel glanced at his phone. Why the Hell wasn’t she calling? “It’s a slam-dunk, Danny-boy!” That’s what his agent, Colin, had said, through a mouthful of nicotine gum. “Better start packing!” That…

A Pair of Aces

Two on stage, Max and Abbie. The former is around his mid-twenties, and the latter is in her late teens. It should be somewhat apparent that they are in separate rooms, in separate buildings, in separate cities. But, also, they should be free to interact with the whole space, and with each other at any…

Molly’s Doubt

The first thing Molly noticed was how empty the bed was. She smiled to herself, shunted over into the middle, then stretched out until her fingers and toes poked out from under the duvet. “That’s better,” she murmured. That was when she remembered the bed shouldn’t have been so empty. She was only briefly worried.…

Steering the Ship

As he marched down the corridors, tucking his shirt into his trousers, he was joined by another civil servant. “This better be important,” Bolingbroke growled. “I was in the middle of a very important meeting.” Cleves nodded. “Sorry, HoBo,” he said, struggling to keep pace with the older man. “But we’ve got a situation.” “That’s…

Harrow’s End

“Told you to bring a map.” “We don’t need a map.” “We’re lost.” “We are not lost! Just pull it up on Google.” “Are we nearly there yet?” “Google? We’re in the middle of nowhere! What Wi-Fi am I supposed to use?” “Use your gees.” “What?” “You know, three gees.” “3G, is that what you…

Magic, Metafiction, and Machines: The Evolution of Terry Pratchett’s Discworld.

Introduction 'In a distant and second-hand set of dimensions, in an astral plane that was never meant to fly, the curling star-mists waver and part . . .'[1] And so it is was, with that sentence, that Sir Terry Pratchett began what would become a forty-one edition long series of best-selling fantasy novels. Beginning in…