Announcements, Writing

Announcing Rememories

At the end of January 2014 I hope to be releasing an anthology of my short stories from 2013 which I have entitled Rememories! Included will be:


The Boreal Singularity
The Lone Star Express
Medusa Dawn
The Jump
Awaiting Instructions
The Cloud

First of all, the original editions of each of the stories will remain available on their respective pages from when they were originally published; however, I am going to be taking away the more explanatory text there and incorporate it into a foreword to each story.

Secondly, I will redouble my efforts to give each of the stories a thorough edit and cleaning up for presentation in Rememories; hopefully addressing any feedback that may have arisen and also to take advantage of experience gained writing the later stories to spruce up the earlier ones. Writing them was a complete learning experience and one I hope to continue!

I’ve not yet made a decision as to whether Rememories will be a paid download; I’ll keep you informed! Let me know what you think!

In the meantime, you can check out all my short stories by following this link! :-)


Short Story: Simulacrum

by Richard Holliday

A cloud of stale steam enveloped the underbelly of the Engineering module, taking everyone by surprise. Presently a hunched figure emerged backward as the vapour dissipated, wiping his brow of sweat as he stood and turned about.

“Have you repaired it, Mr. Mundy?” a tall, slender woman in a creased business suit with hair in a tight bun sighed at the sweaty, greasy man before her. His dejected demeanour gave her the answer before his vocal cords could.

“Aleka,” Mundy started tiredly toward the sation manager whose name was indeed Aleka Harle. “I’ve told you a hundred times that we can’t keep patching these things up. Especially when you’re dealing with a Mark 4 cloning vat you won’t switch off!”

Kris Mundy had been the engineer aboard the Refinerum for longer than Harle had been manager. Likely he’d been here since before she wore nappies, too, it seemed sometimes. The maintenance schedule had been lost to the winds of time long ago, and it was a backlog that was proving impossible to make progress with. Harle nodded her head knowingly.

“And I’ve told you the same number of times that my hands are tied. Admin just won’t authorise the repairs I know you want to affect. Remember,” she sighed, “our operating grant is deemed sufficient.”

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