Fiction – B.G. Hilton

Clocks and Boxes – The South Hertling Chronicles Continue

Hello, everyone. Well, I’ve been hard at work doing some very not-fun things and having it go badly, thanks for asking. So why don’t I

It was about six in the evening, autumn, and the evenings drawing in. My office is in the shade of the next building anyway, so

A little while back, I wrote an article mocking the Netflix series Ratched. This was a somewhat enjoyable but mostly quite silly show that purported

“Master Ranulf, there is a customer,” Marta called. I did not stop to lay down my quill or straightedge as I replied: “Is it Master

Box 1: Legs Operating the elevator was better than guard duty, outside in the sand, with the scorpions. Jimmy was from the Bronx and felt

“Hey guys, what’s up,” Blake asked without enthusiasm to the two men who were sticking out of the in the flooded room. There were two

Change of schedule — I’m finding it a little hard to write a 1000 word update once a week, so instead there will be two

Control Room When the lights went down, Jacobs the engineer didn’t have time to wait for R17 to climb the stairs from the pump-room. He

June Excited, Jacobs Frantic The sun was high over Wellington Road as the crowds gathered outside Trilobite Park, waiting for the doors to open for

It felt out. Felt with the antennae of its mind. It needed something… No. It needed someone. Where? When? Ah, yes. The touch pool. Three