Wednesday, 28 February 2024

#60 A Little Bird Indeed + Short Diversions: The Contract

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

Following last week's short Blog, I've brought the goods this time as Gabriel takes centre stage with a Short Diversions to call his own, quite nervous on the reactions on this one!

Before that though, let's check in on the lovable duo...

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz

Well here it is, issue #60!

A bit of a challenge again, trying to match the poses in all three frames. I'd like to think I'm getting better! Got a fun one planned for next week mind, a homage to one of my favourite movies, hopefully I don't mess it up! If you want a clue, the directors initials are MB.

Short Diversions: The Contract

Ah Gabriel, despite being one of my favourite characters, there's surprisingly little work staring him, though recent years has seen an uptick (the Decagon Key, Malarkey's Fade to Noir, Malarkey's Hubble Bubble all contain Gabriel stories of a sort.) One day his main story will get out there, to see what his plans actually are.

Till then, enjoy his short deviation:

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The Contract


     “You can take your time, I’m in no rush, and neither should you, with a monumental decision like this…” The brown haired man said, his crystal blue eyes shining out of the darkened corner of the room. 

     “But Mister…” another man said, sitting at a large desk, a dozen of open folders were strewn about in a chaotic fashion.

     “I told you last time we did business, just call me Gabriel. There’s no need for formalities with us, we’re friends aren’t we? And friends help each other, which is what I’m doing now,” Gabriel spoke over the other man’s mumblings that were incoherent disagreements with the current situation.

     “Help? You said that last time! You promised me the free world!”

     “I gave you all the tools you needed. Not my fault you put your focus on the wrong place…That being your bank account. I told you to play the long con, but c’est la vie, as the people say.”

     The man buried his head in his hands.

     “My company needed it! Everything I’d worked so hard to achieve! It would have been wiped out thanks to those idiots on the board…” the man sneered. “They wanted to retire me, push me aside when I’ve given them everything!” He swept everything from the desk.

     “And let me guess…They’re doing it all again?” Gabriel casually walked over to the bar, looking at all the empty bottles. “You didn’t listen to me and now history repeats itself…What a shocker.”

     “No matter what I do, it’s not enough for them, they’re just waiting for me to fail.”

     “And fail you will, if nothing changes,” Gabriel gave him a smirk.

     “I won’t let that happen! I have my dream still to achieve!But…”

     “But? But what? What are you wanting to say but are too afraid to say? What is it you actually want me to do this time? What part of your survival do I have to help with? Is it to help procure yet more funds to stave off another coup d'etat?” Gabriel picked up a red apple from the fruit bowl near all the used up liquor bottles.

     “You know I can help you with anything you want. You simply have to say the words and then sit back. Of course, that board of investors isn’t your only problem is it?” He took a bite, savouring the taste.

     “What?” the man asked in surprise. “W-what d-do you m-mean?” A stammer appeared in his voice, as the very idea of a new threat, scared him.

     “Didn’t you know? I thought their investigation looked amateurish to me, I can see two of their cars outside the window now!”

     On hearing this, the man showed a new level of urgency and leapt to the windows, throwing open the blinds, letting the dying light of the sun in. He peered down at the streets so far below, wondering which cars Gabriel had been talking about. Different thoughts raced through his head, thinking back over the last few days, if he could remember seeing anything that looked out of the ordinary.

     “W-Whose i-investigation is it?”

     Gabriel didn’t reply, he simply smiled.

     “P-please, y-you have t-to tell me!” 

     “Since you asked so nicely, your government, or I guess, to be precise, whichever one handles business affairs. That much money appeared at once, the last time I helped you, and the way you handled it. People were going to take notice. Congratulations, you’re being investigated for corruption!” 

     “No, no, no!” The man closed the blinds again in a hurry, and started pacing across the floor. There were several times when he stopped and started to say something, only to abandon it before the first syllable had even left his mouth.

     “Guess when that news breaks, or if they decide to close the net, it will be game over for you…And a nice long stay in one of their prisons. I hear they’re nice places for people like you to be in. Especially if you’ve no money to bribe inmates for protection!” 

     “You can’t let them arrest me!” The man threw himself at Gabriel, grabbing hold of the bottom part of his shirt.

    “You know what I want to hear. Say that, and we can get to work. I know how I can both save your business, and yourself from a long and humiliating spell in prison.” 

     “I…” the man was about to say those magic words, but at the last moment, he hesitated, instead asking a different question. “W-What w-would you w-want in exchange this time?” 

     “Hmm, an interesting question, but since I’ve not even collected the first payment, I would say not to lose any sleep over it. Helping you here is its own reward, so how about it? Are you going to take back your life, or are you going to roll over for the vultures that are circling overhead?” Gabriel leaned in, a pen forming in his hand from black mist that swept out from his body. The man took a deep breath, wanting to calm himself before signing anything, but the thoughts of his impending future, and his inevitable fate if he let things play out, caused him to snatch the pen.

     “Gabriel, can we please have a d-deal.” 

     “Of course, I only aim to please,” Gabriel said bowing, his smile growing wider, a contract forming in his hand.


***

     An hour later.


     A different man was walking in stride through an underground carpark, his destination, his expensive car, bought so that everyone would notice him. His slick combed back hair and spotless suit designed to give people the impression that he was above them, that their petty lives were of no concern to him, as long as he got what he wanted.

     Just as he looked down on others, something else was looking down on him. As the man approached his car, close enough to unlock it with his keys, a slithering shadow gathered behind him. From it arose a roughly humanoid shape, though the arms and legs seemed to be hidden. The face was hidden behind a pearlescent mask, with two baleful red eyes glaring out from it. Brown hair gave the impression that whatever this was, used to be human. The man turned with a start, but was quickly silenced as the masked entity shot a tendril of shadows into him. The man struggled in mid air, but hung lifeless, and the monster that killed him allowed itself to be absorbed into the dead man.

     All this happened within a second, and the once dead man dusted himself down, stretching his limbs as if each one was new. He bent down to look in the car’s wing mirrors, rubbing his face and stretching the skin. Satisfied, he got in the car and drove away.  


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     A week later


     “Well, don’t you look happier!” Gabriel said, walking into his client’s office. Whereas before it seemed to reek of desperation, the mood was more upbeat. The bar had been restocked with expensive brands and a bottle of champagne lay in ice, ready to toast success. The client was busy, signing documents and sending the multitude of assistants scurrying off with tasks.

     “I am!” the client said in-between dishing out orders. Gabriel went near the desk, and noted the newspaper that had been put there amongst other urgent paperwork. The headline spoke of a company executive that had gone on a rampage, killing his fellow board members and his own family in a murder-suicide. The police, in a surprisingly quick investigation, had chalked it up to a high-flying lifestyle and drugs taking its toll on an overachiever. Gabriel was proud of the characterization. He’d recommended that exact description after all. The client had found a lot of his issues had melted away with the deaths of his rivals. The government had also seemingly called off its own investigation. Whether that was connected to the passing of the board, or something that Gabriel had done didn’t matter to him anymore than the fact that he was safe. As a bonus, all the drama over what had happened to the board had allowed him to leverage several contacts he had. The client had back to back interviews in the days after the ‘tragic’ event.

     “I don’t know how you did it, but you did it! Things have never been better! I feel fantastic, it feels like I can do anything again!”

     “Well, maybe it’d be better if you didn’t ask too many questions. I’ll say that Void is a very efficient friend of mine. He’ll be more than happy to know that his work was appreciated.” 

     The man felt a little uneasy at that comment, an inkling of what kind of person he was dealing with crept into his mind, but he was in too deep now.

     “Something wrong?” Gabriel questioned, leaning closer, so that the man saw his own reflection in his crystal eyes.

     “N-nothing! I’m just…Curious as to what you actually want in exchange for all this!” the man quickly said, trying to cover up any doubt.

     “Well, funny you should mention it, but I do have a favour, and you’ll like it,” Gabriel tossed him a newspaper, having it appear in a poof of black mist. He then sat on the desk, watching eagerly as the man looked over the front page.

     “The governor is retiring? How does this affect me? You already handled my problem with the government?”

     “I want you to replace him. Or at least, throw your hat in the ring. I have no doubt you’ll win though, being a self made man who won’t shy away from telling those in power the truth of the common man,” Gabriel laughed as he spoke. “It writes itself, see?” He waved a hand over the desk, and a new contract appeared on the table, even wordier than the last one.

     “Can you guarantee that?” the man asked as he glanced over it.

     “I wouldn’t be telling you to do it otherwise! Just between you and me, I persuaded the governor to step down. He’d used up all his political expediency and I needed some fresh blood in the role. You, I can have everything you need on your desk in two days. What do you say?”

     “D-do I have a choice?” the weariness came out in his voice. Part of the man wanted to jump at this opportunity, it was a brief step away from his dream goal, but given that Gabriel was manoeuvring all this, and had shown that he wasn’t above getting rid of his pawns, the fear was real.

     “You know the answer to that…” Gabriel smiled again. “Relax, isn’t this what you’ve always wanted? This is a foot step to that power, power that I’ll deliver right into your hands. Besides, it’s just another signature, right? What haven’t you signed away to me already…”

     The man thought about it, he had wanted this, and it was true, securing Gabriel’s help had come with its own costs, would this be any different? No, this might be his only shot, he certainly probably wouldn’t manage it on his own, and if Gabriel pivoted to someone else? He shuddered involuntarily. 

     Gabriel didn’t say anything, he just formed the same pen as before, and handed it to the man.

     “Come on, I’ll be here with you every step of the way, future Mr President.”

     Those three words did it, the man took the pen, and signed the new contract, not caring for what those words would mean for everyone else…

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That's it for this week!

Till next time,

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

Quick Links

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volume 1

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Book 1: A Boy and A Rat

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volume 2

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Volume 1

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Fade to Noir

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Hubble Bubble

Harvey Duckman Presents Volume 13

Wednesday, 21 February 2024

#59 Mistakes Were Made + Update

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

A quick installment this week as the gods have decided its half term week for the kids, and I've got them running around! They doesn't mean no new Brennan and Riz Comic though, on the contrary...

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz

I've had this idea on the back-burner for a while now, the thought of past Riz not caring about what harm he'd inflict on future Riz was too good to pass up! This was set to be the first appearance of Alice (if you know, you know), but her inclusion had to be reigned back to a mere mention on the contract. Probably better this way as I've tried describing her in the past and nothing seems to work without destroying the mystique.

Also can't help but note we're on 59 now...how time is flying!

Update

So, not much to say, after finishing that Avalon Tales short story last week, I resumed work on the main novella. I think its progressing well. Hoping to build enough steam on it to get a few chapters cranked out a week. However, I'll be putting it on pause at some point so I can write next week's short, which may or may not, revolve around a certain Demon Merchant if some renown. Can't confirm as I have to keep some plausible denabilty to his actions.

Something else that I've been doing, is planning anothed anthology for Brennan and Riz. I want to talk about this process in greater detail so expect it mid way in March...As if we're already on the third month!

Till next time,

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

Quick Links

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volume 1

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Book 1: A Boy and A Rat

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volume 2

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Volume 1

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Fade to Noir

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Hubble Bubble

Harvey Duckman Presents Volume 13

Wednesday, 14 February 2024

#58 Perfect Date Guide + Short Diversions: Valentines Date

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

This week, blog day falls on Valentines Day, and it would be amiss that I didn't celebrate this occasion.

First off, we've got the second Valentines special of the Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz!

Then, the main event, is the Short Diversions: Valentines Date story. This one turned out to be longer than I first planned, but I hope you enjoy you it all the same!

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz

Doesn't feel like two minutes ago that I was penning this strip, yet here we are again! The idea here was if Riz was asked to give his advice...a routinely bad idea if you ask me!

On the drawing side of things, there was a few snaffus with this one, notably Brennan's eyes and overall style. I don't know why I'm struggling with him as of late.

Short Diversions

So, today is Valentines day, so it was fitting that I gave you all a story based on it. I could have chosen a multitude of stories to do here, but I decided to give the spotlight over to Isabelle and Robyn from Avalon Tales (spoken about quite frequently,  here and here).

Quite frankly, I love this pair and I hope you do too.

Enjoy!

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Valentines Date

  “Do you ever think that they should have moved Valentines to a warmer month? July perhaps?” Robyn asked.

  “I prefer it being in cooler weather myself,” Isabelle replied. The two women were walking down the dark streets of York, most of them had closed up, with only the bars disgorging people haphazardly.

  “You would prefer the cold,” Robyn smiled.    “I mean, that’s why you always turn down my ideas of a warmer retreat when we get time off.”

  “No, I turn that down because we’ve got a job to do, and I think we should go on holiday more locally,” Isabelle replied, running her hand through her white hair.

  “One day I’ll convince you to give it a chance, just you wait!”

  “I keep telling you, it won’t happen!” Isabelle let out a little laugh, grateful that it was Robyn there by her side, and no one else. Her hand touched Robyn’s, grabbing it tight.

  “Would you rather not be here tonight?” Robyn questioned.

  “I’m with you, that’s all that matters,” Isabelle moved closer, but not for an embrace. “Besides, have you noticed?”

  “You mean behind us? It was hard not to. I’ve felt their eyes undressing me ten times over.”

  “You chose to wear that dress, I should point out.”

  “All the better to match with yours! So, shall we give our lone guest what they want, or are we going to keep them wandering for a bit longer?”

  Isabelle turned her head most she could without it being obvious, spying the man following them, keeping pace. It was only as they passed under the harsh glare of the street lamps that she was able to see what their stalker looked like. Scruffy black hair, a middle aged looking man, he looked as average as could be, unremarkable in all areas save for one feature. His eyes were glowing in the dark, a dull crimson. A creepy smile seemed to creep across his face whenever he caught sight of either woman checking in on him.

  “Hmm, probably best to double back there,” Robyn glanced back as well as she spoke, while digging into her handbag, pulling out a black pager, pressing the solitary button on it.


  The man behind them didn’t care about what they were doing or talking about. He couldn’t remember when he took this face, or even eating the person it had once belonged to. He couldn’t remember when he first started walking these streets, only that he was hungry, and that desire was burning him away every moment it wasn’t being sated. Seeing his intended prey quicken their pace a little, caused him so much excitement that he almost burst out from the fragile disguise he wore. All he could think about was consuming them, and maybe, wearing their faces next time.


  “Is he still following us?” Isabelle asked, not wanting to look again. She knew from the lack of loud footsteps that he wasn’t chasing them, but she needed him to be somewhat close behind. Taking a pocket mirror out, Robyn held it up just enough to get a good look behind.

  “Yup, he’s still there, we’ve got him good. Though, I can't say I blame him,” she joked.

  “The rendezvous point is ahead. I wonder how quickly he’ll be if we broke into a sprint now?”

  “Good thing we’re not wearing heels then isn’t it? Want a race?”

  “What do you want if you win?” Isabelle knew what was coming. Her girlfriend enjoyed these little competitions. As much as the pair supported each other, they also liked challenging each other.

  “I get to choose next year’s Valentine’s date!” Robyn said, looking at her.

  “I suppose that’s acceptable.”

  “And if you win?” 

  “I’ve already got what I want, so I’ll just take solace from knowing that in the ten years we’ve known each other, you still can’t outrun me! Ready?”

  “Oh, this is on.”

  The two women turned to face forward again, and didn’t say anything for a minute. They let things lie still, and then, they started to run, catching the man behind them with surprise.

  Seeing his prey dart off, with far greater speed than he’d seen from any previous meal, he gave chase, letting his human form break in the process. His legs merged into one slimy form, like that of a slug, an additional two arms ripping themselves away from his chest that bloated as it transformed, each hand ending with razor sharp claws. His jaw unhinged itself and became a gaping hole filled with a multitude of teeth while his eyes became a bright red. With a murderous growl that echoed throughout the streets, that had become curiously quiet, he gave chase.


  “That did it!” Robyn announced in between breaths.

  “Concentrate on getting to the finish line! Or do you want me to win!” Isabelle replied, knowing that to pause now, would be certain death for them both.

  “Oh, Izzy, you know just what to say to fire me up!” 

  Their destination was close now, but the monster was beginning to catch up, with speed that defied the abomination he really was.


  His prey was so close now, he could extend his fingers and grab their hair, they were his things to play with, to eat. He didn’t think anything of it when they ran through the strange black and yellow tape that had cordoned off an area of the streets, nor that once inside the area, the pair had just…stopped. He was so hungry, he dove in after him.


  “Can’t believe you won again,” Robyn said.

  “Maybe next time, I’ll still let you decide what we do next year though, or maybe for our anniversary, if nothing comes up,” Isabelle retorted, she had a serene look on her face as she knew what was about to happen, especially with the demon now bearing down on them. She turned to face the creature for the first time, not batting an eyelid on its horrific form. Robyn did the same, but not before retrieving a couple of things from a bin next to her.

  The demon had nothing to say to them, even if it wanted to, such things were beyond it now, all it wanted was to eat them, it didn’t care that they were unfazed by how it looked. Had it been any smarter, then it would have been, but such things were beyond it too. It went to pounce on them when a series of spotlights turned on, blinding it.

  “Demon, you have prowled this land for too long,” Isabelle announced as Robyn handed her something from the bundle, a short sword and a modified handgun. She pointed the tip of the sword at the demon. “In the name of Avalon, I hereby order your execution, for Queen and Country!” 

  Recovering from the lights, the demon went to attack but it was stopped again, this time from a hail of bullets that came from hidden vantage points. There was no thunderous gunfire, as each weapon had been carefully fitted to reduce the noise such a salvo would make. Avalon had done its best to make sure that the general public wouldn’t know what was going on, even going as far as evacuating that small part of the city with bogus gas leaks.

  Not content to let others have their fun, Robyn took aim with her composite bow, preferring that to the other weapons, each of her arrow heads had been specially made to deliver an explosive charge far greater in power than the standard ammunition the normal soldiers of Avalon used. The demon lashed out but caught no one with its rage, every hit it took brought it closer to death, dissolving black blood splattering everywhere. With a thud, the monster collapsed in front of Isabelle, wanting to still taste some flesh, despite its body being reduced to a bloody mess on the pavement that was rapidly disappearing. It’s one remaining arm, reaching for her. 

  With no fear, Isabelle stepped forward, swung the sword through the ruined limb away with the sword, slicing it cleanly. The demon’s momentum carried towards her still, and straight into the barrel of her gun, placed against its temple. The demon’s eyes bulged as it tried to focus on her.

  “Begone, filth,” she said coldly as she pulled the trigger, finally putting the monster down. The monster heaved one last time before it collapsed, and within a few moments, all of the gore, the blood and what else, evaporated into the wind.


  Almost immediately, a clean up crew leapt into action, returning everything to how it should have been. The other soldiers emerged from their hiding places, relaxing a little knowing that they’d succeeded. A few of them however made passing comments on Isabelle in particular.

  “The Ice Queen strikes again,” one of them said to a friend, their eyes only giving Isabelle a cursory glance. Ice Queen. That was one of the favourite phrases that was thrown at her, combining her general work demeanour, with the fact that she was the Lord Knight Commander’s daughter, the offspring of the man who stood at the top of Avalon.

  Robyn moved to say something to them, bow in hand ready to be broken against their skulls.

  “Leave it,” Isabelle said, shaking her head. “It won’t stop them saying it.”

  “If you don’t stop it though, they’ll continue to say rubbish like that, and you know that many of them already don’t like us-” Robyn started to say.

  “It doesn’t matter what they say about us. All that matters is us,” Isabelle took Robyn’s hand and brought her closer.

  “You’re right, just, I want you to have an easier life.”

  “I’ll never have that, and you know it. That’s why I need you, to keep me sane…”  


  Half an hour later, and there was no signs of anything, people were allowed back into bars and homes. People were none the wiser, just as Avalon liked it. They had spent more than a thousand years dealing with the demonic threat to the British Isles without anyone knowing, and they had gotten it to an art form. Isabelle and Robyn sat on a bench as a nearby clock chimed midnight.

  “The end of another Valentines that we had to work through, we’re making a habit of this, aren’t we?” Robyn remarked, cuddling into Isabelle, who returned the embrace, putting her head on hers.

  “Comes with the job I guess, but we made sure it ended right didn’t we?” Isabelle whispered.

  “Of course, I want every day to end like this, but I just realised I forgot something,” Robyn said with surprise.

  “What’s that?”

  “Happy belated Valentines, Izzy.”

  “Happy belated Valentines, Robyn.”

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Till next time,

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

Quick Links

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volume 1

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Book 1: A Boy and A Rat

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volume 2

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Volume 1

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Fade to Noir

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Hubble Bubble

Harvey Duckman Presents Volume 13

Wednesday, 7 February 2024

#57 It Is Cheating Like + January Report

 Happy Blog Day Everyone!

Today, I've got something a bit different planned. A new monthly feature designed to keep me motivated. What am I talking about? YYou'll see at the end of the blog, but before that, let's check on Brennan and Riz!

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz


For all those who have ever read/played a fighting fantasy/Choose your own adventure book, raise your hand if you ever did this? Brennan isn't wrong, it technique is cheating, but damn if it wasn't helpful!

One thing that I think I failed on with this Comic is Brennan's face in the last panel, I think I needed some effect lines there to show him coming into frame. All still a learning process mind.

January Report

Okay, so this is the first of twelve (possibly thirteen, depends on how I handle the last installment) monthly features. Each one will look back at the previous month at the writing I did (or didn't) do, in an attempt to keep me honest. I won't be posting word counts or anything like that, but instead, reflecting on what I did do, whether it VSS (Very Short Story) tweets, or novel writing, and everything in between. With that said, let's get on.

So January is done and dusted, tha first month of 2024...What did I get done?

To star with, and in a theme that I hope to continue throughout the year, I wrote a Brennan and Riz vss tweet, every day. The prompts given were fun, and some challenging ones towards the end, but given the responses, looks like they were some of Brennan and Riz's best yet!

Aside from twitter/X things, my writing has been slim as I had more serious matters to attend to, and had to do a different kind of writing, however the biggest bit I achieved, was last week's short story that premiered on this very blog. It was also the first time in many years that I went back and visited the Vector Unit Regen: Orphans War story and characters. No idea on how it was received but it is the first of many new shorts I intend to publish via this blog.

Other than that though, I've been doing a lot of thinking of things, but this was at the turn of the month, so, I guess I get to talk about them at the end of February!

To sum it up, this month has been light on writing but the year is only getting started!

Till next week (where you'll get a new short in honour of Valentines Day!)

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

Quick Links

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volume 1

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Book 1: A Boy and A Rat

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volume 2

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Volume 1

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Fade to Noir 

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Hubble Bubble

Harvey Duckman Presents Volume 13


Wednesday, 31 January 2024

#56 Not The Time + Short Diversion: The Cockpit

 Happy Blog Day Everyone!


This week, I'm debuting a new semi-regular feature. Short Diversions. This will be were I post some Short fiction. It might be related to one of my other works, or it might just be something that popped into my head on Sunday evening. I'll explain more about the first piece, The Cockpit, below but this won't be a weekly thing. I'd love to aim for fortnightly, but I've also got a lot going on. You will see this feature again though, mark my words.


Before all that though, let's see what Brennan and Riz have gotten up too this past week...

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz



This was a strip I struggled with, the drawing side at least. I knew exactly what I wanted to happen the moment I has the idea, it was just getting it down on paper. I had to rework all of it several times before it got to this point, and even then (as always) I'm not thrilled with it.

Short Diversions: The Cockpit

I promised more original short story content, and starting today, I'm delivering it!

This feature will hopefully be more frequent than a one shot but probably shouldn't be expected more than twice in a month...if I manage that!

First up, we're going to take a trip back to the world of Vector Unit Regen: Orphan War. I've spoken about this series a couple of times, most notably here. A brief recap, Orphans War, is set on a future earth, a blasted to hell and back earth. Those who can, live in the domes for protection and a better life. Those who can't, struggle in the lawless wastes. This is where our main characters enter the scene, Drake and Ava Vern, a pair of "Silvers" (a term used because all of those born outside the domes have silver eyes, marking them out). 

This short is set after Drake has made the dark decision to join the Atlantis Empire in order for Ava to receive medical treatment...

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you,

The Cockpit

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It was quiet, aside from the low hum of the computers and Drake’s own breathing. his vision focused on the blank screen in front of him. The whole environment closed in on him, being as restrictive as the collar they’d clamped around his neck. A measure, they claimed, to continually check his vitals for any irregularities, but Drake knew that its purpose was to ensure his obedience. When they looked at him, they only saw a disposable soldier, a slave, all because of the colour of his eyes. Still, he told himself that he had to endure it, he had to play along with their games, all for the health of his sister. He needed their advanced medical knowledge to heal her. 


Trying to control his breathing while waiting for the inevitable call to action, he turned the best he could, taking in what he could see of the cockpit. There were a myriad of buttons. Some of them were switches, others levels. He had no idea what they did, their instructions of the exercise boiled down to: “We’ll tell you what to push when.” The approach designed to make sure orders were followed to the latter. A form of brainwashing if repeated enough, which they did with abandon. The silver scum, as they saw them, having free will , needed to be stomped out. 


Staring at the buttons on his right, he tried to figure out their functions, wanting to kill some of the time, and he was positive that the waiting was on purpose as well. The last time they had done an exercise like this, they’d kept him in there for almost an entire day without any food or drink. If they were testing his endurance, he’d have preferred them to tell him that up front, at least he knew what he was up against. Closing his eyes, he focused on the hum of the machinery, his ‘shifting attention’ a strategy of his to avoid losing himself to the deprivation of senses that this exercise inflicted.


A burst of static came across the radio, being fed straight into his helmet.

“Silver zero zero seven nine, did you copy me?” a cold female voice spoke, as a trainer to a pet. It made Drake’s skin crawl, that number was repeated to him day and night. There was a promise of a time when it would cease, but that would be the day that he proved his worth to them, and his unwavering allegiance, like so many of his cohorts had done in the past. Drake involuntarily shuddered at that thought, though he lacked the power to change that currently..

“I copy you. Am I to start the session?” Drake replied, matching the cold tone of the operator. He saw no need to reply any differently. They didn’t see him as a person after all.

“Not yet,” came the blunt reply. “There’s been an issue and your session has been delayed again. Hold your position and await further instructions.” 

Hold your position. An odd command to give when he didn’t have any control unless they gave him it. He wondered what had happened, what this issue was. He had theories, but with his cameras switched off, he couldn’t confirm anything. The last time this happened, one less trainee sat at their table for their meagre meals.


With nothing else to do, Drake allowed himself to daydream. He thought of the life before, well before his sister’s illness, even further back to before their parents died. That had been a world away from the steel coffin he found himself encased in. Another radio call interrupted his reverie, bringing back to his bleak present.

“Issue has been taken care of, you may began the session Silver Zero Zero Seven Nine.”

All the systems around him stirred into life at the behest of an external master, the camera ahead of him booted him up, giving him a look at the hangar where his machine had been stood. Drake took a deep breath and then repeated the response they’d wanted to hear.

“Silver Zero Zero Seven Nine, heading out.” 

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There you have it folks, hope you all enjoyed that!

Till next time,

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

Quick Links

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volume 1

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Book 1: A Boy and A Rat

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volume 2

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Volume 1

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Fade to Noir

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Hubble Bubble

Harvey Duckman Presents Volume 13




Wednesday, 24 January 2024

#55 Weather Warning + Update

 Happy Blog Day Everyone!

A quick one today as I'm up to my nose in some real life business (can't say at the moment, but clearly non-fiction letter writing isn't my forte). Still, let's see what Brennan and Riz have in store for us this week!

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz


This is why Brennan should never have let Riz keep that kit. It was only ever going to end in tears. Most weeks, I'm going backward and forwards over Comic strip ideas, often when I'm supposed to be doing other things, this time however, my wife says one thing to me and the bulb goes on.

Wasn't happy with the artwork in this one though, not quite sure what happened but that middle panel is one of the jankiest ones I've done since starting the Comic. As always, I'll try better next week.

Update

So, as I said back up top, I've not done much actual fiction writing this week, aside from trying to do a new plan for the first Avalon Tales novella...and immediately redoing it. I think part of my problem is that I'm trying to shove too much in, a novel's content into a much more restricted word count. What I've been trying to do is simplify the narrative, allowing me to get to the characters.

I think I am getting somewhere now, I've spread out some plot points into the planned other novellas (hopefully not upsetting them too much...but then I can sort that when it comes to it.) I've still got faith in Isabelle and Robyn, that the pair will be introduced into the wide world. In fact, I plan on doing some short pieces featuring them for this blog, so watch this space.

From one dynamic pair to a dysfunctional one. Brennan and Riz. While not actively writing anything for them, the pair are in my thoughts in some form. Some of these thoughts revolve the Brennan and Riz stories that were never finished, case in point the story I started here: Pandemic Blues written during the lockdown before this blog went on hiatus. Would anyone be interested in an ending to that series? Not sure on the best approach to it being published mind as its really different stories than one overarching narrative. Still, if people want an ending I'll give it to them.

That's all for now, as my other duties call. Hope to get more writing done soon but till then....

Keep on writing yourselves.

Peter James Martin

Quick Links

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volume 1

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Book 1: A Boy and A Rat

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volume 2

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Volume 1

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Fade to Noir

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Hubble Bubble

Harvey Duckman Presents Volume 13

Wednesday, 17 January 2024

#54 Snow Day + Things We Forget

 Happy Blog Day Everyone!

Today's topic is an odd one to be sure, and, as usual, a massive blunder on my part (insert the sweat drop emoji here). Before we get to that though, let's check in with the Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz!

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz

Who doesn't love a snow day (aside from those who have to work/drive in it as I'm so told). Seems Riz gets a bit too carried away! Hope Brennan has a portable heater handy.

To be fair, I did have a different idea for this week, but with the impending forecast of snow that was due (and turned out to be a very light shower) this seemed more fun.

Things We Forget

So, this week, I was taking part in #7DayTale over on Twitter (X) and I got to the part where I got to post a snippet of the Work in Progress I was working on (Avalon Tales)

Here is the piece in question:


Nothing out of the ordinary eh?

Wrong.

You, see, despite going over this numerous times in November there was a detail that I'd completely overlooked as I rushed off to try and get the manuscript finished. That detail was Isabelle’s dear grandma.

You might think: That's not a big deal right? Well, the problem is that I made the character so important to Isabelle at this junction, heck, following the thread I set up, she would have spent more time with her grandma than her own father (explaining their estrangement that I was aiming for at the beginning of the novella). She would have been the guiding light for the young girl. I even remembered that I'd set the grandmother up as a former member of Avalon herself (there was a hereditary theme in how you could end up being in the organisation, just as how noble families children wound up becoming knights in medieval times). While I can't access the original notes I made, I believe this was where Isabelle was going to get a lot of her information about Avalon from.

So what happened then? How can a character be introduced as a seemingly main player (well, main support, but you get the idea) and then just disappear without much notice? Because I'm an idiot who completely forgot about her. There wasn't even a token: "she died off page before the adventure began", because that would have made too much sense. It probably also didn't help that the main story has changed so much, and with it, any semblance of continuity that I was hoping for.

There is a good silver lining in all of this: namely that I can fix it fairly easy once I restart the whole thing. I have a couple of ideas where to take the character and ensure that she plays the part she was destined for (I clearly must have had a plan for her in the first place since I created her).

Next to that issue I found, I came across another one. This one had ambition behind it but, after a long think on it, I can't see a way forward with it in terms of the story that I want to tell with these novellas. The original inspiration was that a certain blue eyed demon merchant was going to be heavily involved with Isabelle’s accident, working in his usual mysterious ways. However...this caused a problem, namely there wouldn't be any resolution to this thread within the three stories. Gabriel was set to appear a couple of times, but in small guest appearances, lest he actually show up the main villains. Ideally, I needed her accident to tie in with the greater story threads so she could find some solace from it all, hence reluctantly, I've chosen to ultimately exorcise Gabriel from the prologue part, allowing him to go back to bring an observer in Isabelle’s story while he does his own thing in the background.

Upshot of this will allow me to get closer to the stand alone nature I wanted this novella series to be while also having some connective tissue to Daemon Soul through certain character appearances (Gabriel, Marie, Serena). It was a bad idea of mine to force people to have to jump to the Daemon Soul series in order to find the conclusion of a fairly important plot point.

I think that's enough waffling from me this week.

Till next time,

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

Quick Links

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volume 1

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Book 1: A Boy and A Rat

The Strange Tales of Brennan and Riz Volume 2

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Volume 1

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Fade to Noir

Malarkey's Imaginomnibus Hubble Bubble

Harvey Duckman Presents Volume 13