A small chance is better than none…

Martyn did not know what he had done wrong to be moved up a level. Maybe something controversial in his last write up? Or some eccentric order in which he’d presented the test results? The inner workings of the Facility were mysterious and…

By entering the portal, will blood be shed against her intentions?

In the secret room I sit, facing the anomaly, a rip in reality. It billows and aches with light the colour of blood. The sweet yearning of it’s voice can be heard in the mind. I meditate to prepare…

A song of spring, a song of sorrow…

It was a bright morning in springtime when your father sailed away from me. I ran to the headland out in the bay and watched the boat leave, just stood there, didn’t wave or nothing. The crew was rushing about the deck…

A source of disappointment and inspiration…

He was ten years old when the first film was released, the perfect age for a science fiction epic of sorcery, swords, gunslingers, dogfights; a fairy tale in space. He left the cinema awed and breathless, begging his parents to watch the film one…

It follows the shoals…

Flight recording located in Ursa nebula, mined from a C-type asteroid consisting of mineral-rich clays and silicate rocks. Casing weathered but intact, signs of metal corrosion. Homing beacon range diminished by 17% but functional, making it’s retrieval possible. Transcript of flight recording follows.

Start Transmission:

Static…

A motivation for violence…

The sleek machine is a thing of beauty, it’s red body flows through his imagination. He is a teenager the first time he sees the car being driven by the boss. It’s the motivation for all that is to come.

He starts as a runner, the…

Sanctuary awaits in the wilderness…

“There are no roads left and all roads leads to Hebeca,” they say, in the far beyond. Our City of Shelter. For us, it’s a very native landscape in the valley, I’m proud of having taken part in building this city. Toxic winds pass overhead…

The new mystic finds strange magic in the mountain forest…

The elders told many strange tales about the forest under the mountain; travellers never seen again or those who returned as shadows, nameless trees, blind beasts that took the shapes of children, nights with no end. The heart of the…

Mastering chaos in this cursed dimension…

I have done my best to bring order to this chaotic realm of demons and madness. I rule from the granite throne that was once a seat of Bo’leth, the ancient scourge. …

A stabbing has unexpected results…

Celeste looked at the red mark in the centre of her palm, the place where the knife had snagged. It was a shallow wound and had not bled much, but the scratch remained still after all these weeks. Shouldn’t it have healed over by now?

Dom Powell

Data analyst, artist, writer, creator of www.hermeticworlds.com

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