An army marches on its stomach. Which seems like it could be painfull. But in truth it’s actually pretty tasty -ask any Dalek. (based on a short story by Paranoid Marvin) Continue reading Dr Who – Sligo Shtyle

Part 2 of Sockenpowder -if ya can make any sense of it then Part 1 will follow, and 3 after that;) It’s from a new Podcast show where John Colleary, Jay Ryan, Michelle Calpin and Terry Markey will be doling out Sligo Sci-Fi adventures. The main event will be a ‘live’ version of Hybobolus Clune’s ‘Turd Prophecy, but there’ll be plenty of messing added to that. Continue reading Sockenpowder, Episode 2

30 seconds of fear, loathing, terror (some boredom), and finally disappointment. Continue reading I warned ye not to do it…

In a gothic space opera, pseudo-medievalism, superstition, insanity, and decay are juxtaposed with space travel: a perfect embodiment of progress, science, and rationality. The starship becomes a stand-in for the haunted mansion, and the universe at large the misty moors that surround it. Cults, all-powerful religions, and demonic forces are commonly found in the genre, and the wear and tear of space travel — time dilation, and the assumption of death-like states of suspended animation for examples — on human relationships are often emphasized. Human life far from civilization becomes stranger, perhaps even hostile. In gothic space opera, human beings … Continue reading A gothic Space Opera in less than two minutes…

Hello. Welcome back to the adventure. If you’re just joining in you should know that Irene and Spatula are on a mission to civilize Earth. Oh yeah, along with Special Agent Sockenpowder. Who spent the first week of the journey sitting by a communications panel. He barely grunted when Spatula told the story. ‘The Darangula is the most fearsome weapon in the human arsenal. She’s a one woman army. With Crumnuntical Flails protruding from her torso. And one of her arms is a steel Grappling Squid. Plus she never goes rusty. We should turn back.’ ‘That’s terrifying’, noted Irene, ‘will … Continue reading The continuing adventures of Agents Irene, Spatula and Special Agent Sockenpowder

The deserted village in Coolaney. Episode 4 of Chronscast. Sorcery. And a 100 word story: George Snufflebuff didn’t expect to ever meet Lady Pungerwacker. Hers was the most popular GombleCast in the human colonies. She interviewed random strangers going about their day. They talked, she listened, and everyone tuned in. Except George. ‘Stupid nonsence’, he always called it. ‘Nobody ever has anything interesting to say’, he always said. ‘If she ever stopped me ye’d get something to listen to’, he always promised. But lo and behold. There she was. In his way. With a camera, and a question. ‘Do you … Continue reading George Snufflebuff and the GombleCast

Today we’re joined by Stephen Cox, the author of the science-fiction drama Our Child Of The Stars, and the newly-published sequel, Our Child Of Two Worlds, both published by Jo Fletcher Books. Stephen’s with us to take a dive into Fritz Leiber’s swords-and-sorcery classic, Swords And Deviltry, which introduces two of fantasy’s greatest heroes, the […] Chronscast Episode 4 – Swords & Deviltry! — This Literature Life Continue reading Chronscast Episode 4 – Swords & Deviltry! — This Literature Life

Have you ever wanted to visit outer space but just didn’t have the money? If you have, then Justin Swanton’s hard science fiction novel Immortelle might be just the ticket for you. The story is an example of what the British intelligence agents in Ernst Kilroy’s Project Trojan called ‘highly skilled science fiction.’ According to one of the agents in Mr. Kilroy’s tale: ‘What the skilled science fiction writer can do is take something plausible and technically possible, gain the trust of the reader, and push it very slightly beyond that point.’ The Project Trojan lads wanted to find a … Continue reading A review of Immortelle by Justin Swanton

The sad truth is most people who seek out leadership are cunts, and can cause unspeakable harm without a use by date. Continue reading Vlad the dementer

Getting the ride is not easy in a post apocalyptic wasteland. To be honest, any kind of relationship is pretty much impossible. If you meet another human; kill them -and take their stuff. Or they kill you. Everyone still living knows them’s the rules. With one exception. Fucking. And only in very rare circumstances. It was spring. I think. I was walking the dusty tar of the Carraroe roundabout. Heading North. A small pack of feral dogs were noisily stalking me. This was a good sign on three counts: The alien death ray hadn’t killed them, so the signal must … Continue reading The problem with fucking in a post apocalyptic wasteland