Wait on Eight – Al Onia

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 →

Holed Up – Sierra July

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 →

Call for Submission – Emerging Worlds

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.

Emerging Worlds to Open Submission Window

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.

Tick tock – Fernando Autran

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 →

Emerging Worlds – By MJ Fouldes

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 →

Create a website or blog at WordPress.com

Up ↑