Writing – B.G. Hilton

On Automated Writing: Guest Post by Jonathan Swift (1667-1745)

We crossed a walk to the other part of the academy, where, as I have already said, the projectors in speculative learning resided. The first

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

Champagne Charlie and the Amazing Gladys and its upcoming sequel are fantasy novels. They are made up without regard to whether what was happening in

The feedback is in, and three four early reviewers like my book! Most people think it’s a) funny, b) quirky and/or c) chaotic. Which is

It was getting late, and the Chicago rain was beating down on the windows of my office. I was getting ready to call it a

I was at Lakehurst and heading to the boarding tower for the ElectroZeppelin Overcompensate when I stepped on her foot. Before I could apologise –

“Hello, police? I found a human, and it looks like it’s ready to blow.” “Putting you through to the Human Disposal Squad now. *click* Human

Scene: a US courtroom. Behind one desk sits a humanoid lizard with the slightly oily looking young woman who is his attorney. Behind the other

Trying out a new feature suggested by a dear friend of mine. Taking covers from the Pulp Magazine Archive and writing short stories to go

“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