It took me a week of early mornings to determine the mother wave wasn't six. Not on planet Qu'aean. Fifth world from an otherwise undistinguished F-star. Huntington Beach, Earth, six. Qu'aean surf zone, eight. At least, my empirical evidence indicated every eighth wave was larger. High tide progressed into my afternoon shifts with the delegation,... Continue Reading →
I press my hand to the pit wall, feel it purr like it wants me bumbling half-blind in its gut. But I want out. “Why we down here, papa?” “You think I got answers, you’re loopy, Star. One day your mama and me was living happy, next we’re tossed from home, you plopped out right... Continue Reading →
Our very own Magazine, Emerging Worlds, is now open for submissions. Successful submissions will be published here on the website and in potential future hard and soft copies of the magazine. You've only got until the end of March, so get your submissions in! Full details can be found on the submissions page here.
In the bloodied histories of the Church of the Penitent God, there have been many great fighters. Consider for a moment a warrior monk at prayer; he has fallen on one knee, head bowed and eyes closed, a humble supplicant wearing crimson armour. His fingers reach to graze the hilt of the sword thrust into... Continue Reading →
Zealot Scripts very own magazine, Emerging Worlds, will once again be open for submissions for March only. We're reaching the bottom of our submission pile and so we are now opening for submissions of all kinds of speculative fiction from 1st of March through to the 31st. Full details can be found on our submissions page.
The Shunam crouched inside the mouth of a fissure and watched two climbers scramble up the rock face to his right. A man and a woman. The Shuman’s body shivered with glee. This woman was the One he had been waiting for. Her yellow hair, tied into a knot, and her pale face, smattered with... Continue Reading →
Tick tock, the clock goes, over and over again. It never stops, never ceases, in the realm of gears. It is the central rhythm in the mechanical melody of the clock tower. It makes all the pieces dance in harmony. It raises from the great engine, filling everything with its inexorable tone. The song that... Continue Reading →
The fight for soul & torturous pain, Emerges wild on thunderous plains of star-fields making brand new worlds. Dirty snowballs, shining pearls. Rocks in space, giants of gas Icy moons that shine like glass. Yet... and yet... and yet... nothing calculated the beauty of you. The laws of chaos created a wildly, wilful, flexible film... Continue Reading →
John is sitting in front of the window, staring down at the stained front of his sweatpants. The stain doesn’t concern him really. He can’t remember how it got there or even what it is from. He is tired and feels like leaving. His neck starts to hurt from looking down. So he looks up.... Continue Reading →