Thomas Pryce

                                                          <>< <>< <><  “Neep yoop.” Slow and steady as an automaton Jake turned to look at Bruce. “Neep yoop…ne-ep yo-o-op.” Whew, Jake breathed a sigh as he…

The Query : Thomas Pryce ©2018 Thomas Pryce All rights reserved. ASIN: B07FJVQP1B This novelette is a work of fiction. Any names, places, characters, businesses, organizations, events and/or incidents portrayed within are a product of the author’s imagination, and as such, fictitious. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Use…

 Chapter 1 “Eat the fish…eat the fish…eat the fish!” Jake Chee eyed the fish and winced, felt immediately queasy. Nearly two-feet long the thrashing fish had no chance of jerking free from the cabled arms that clutched it, shoving it closer in time with the ever-escalating goading chorus. “Eat the fish…eat the fish…eat the fish!”…

Lying in his cot listening to music on his iPod, Jake peeled flecks of dead skin from his left hand under the 2:07 AM glow of the bedside clock. Raw and red and swollen his skin was a mess, sloughing off like a reptile molt. He rolled the shed skin into little balls and flicked…

                                                                                                    Chapter One “Eat the fish…eat…

  Abductee #23 (a short story) Klardt had trouble wrapping his mind around the test results he’d just seen on abductee #23. Which was something he usually managed with ease, since he had sixteen of them. One brain was his, of course, a massive multi-lobed hunk of gray matter that even without augmentation made him one…

  The Query   #RulesOfSubmission “Unbelievable,” Andrea muttered as she used the neurocursor to hastily slide the file to the recycle bin. Query day. She sighed, shaking her head. First one she’d clicked on, a typo, a there/their usage error and—one of the imprecisions she found particularly abrading—a writer referring to their MS as a…

                            Abductee # 23  (a short story) Klardt had trouble wrapping his mind around the test results he’d just seen on abductee #23. Which was something he usually managed quite easily, since he had sixteen of them. One brain was his, of course,…

A short story Klardt had trouble wrapping his mind around the test results he’d just seen on abductee #23. Which was something he usually managed quite easily, since he had sixteen of them. One brain was his, of course, a massive multi-lobed hunk of gray matter that even without augmentation made him one of the…

#RulesOfSubmission (part 1 of 4)   “Unbelievable,” Andrea muttered as she used the NeuroCursor to hastily slide the file to the recycle bin. Query day, she sighed, shaking her head. First one she’d clicked on; a typo, a there/their usage error and—one of the imprecisions she found particularly abrading—a writer referring to their MS as a…