The First Time

Everything you will ever need to know about me exists online. No, really, it does. You'd be surprised just how much personal detail has been exposed via the wonders of the World Wide Web since the 1990's, but to make it easier for you I've put together some notable moments in personal history. The 'Writing as … Continue reading The First Time

EX/WHI :: Part Seventeen

Previous Part :: Next Part His intelligence is impressive: able to translate her notes into a truth that now galvanises them both. The memory before Chris’ demise is of the Embankment, and afterwards of Big Ben, which does not necessarily assume they’ll visit the locations in that order whilst logically heading west. It is just … Continue reading EX/WHI :: Part Seventeen

EX/WHI :: Part Sixteen

Previous Part :: Next Part The suitability of this match has already exceeded expectations. Watching him work, Ami begins to understand just how complex a relationship she’s been inserted into, that their captors have considered long and hard exactly who from humanity would be abducted. Her initial assumption for their removal was simple: pick any … Continue reading EX/WHI :: Part Sixteen

EX/WHI :: Part Fifteen

Previous Part :: Next Part Chris tests legs, getting gingerly off the camp bed. Everything works as it did before: left arm had vaporised in front of his eyes before unconsciousness swallowed everything, followed swiftly by heart stopping. He knows all this not because of memory, but voice in his head that had told him … Continue reading EX/WHI :: Part Fifteen

EX/WHI :: Part Fourteen

Previous Part :: Next Part Consciousness returns unexpectedly: no dreams precede it, yet sense remains of being observed, examined before there was nothing, silence. Chris is no longer outside: this isn’t the cafe they were abducted in either. He can count tables though, re-purposed pieces of wood on delicate, metal legs to his left, stripped … Continue reading EX/WHI :: Part Fourteen

EX/WHI :: Part Thirteen

Previous Part :: Next Part Chris is awake, bolt upright from cold, wet grass, looking around in terror, pretty sure that he was dead about thirty seconds earlier. This will be the second time his heart has stopped whilst in active service: considering where the last one took place, it is considerably less stressful to … Continue reading EX/WHI :: Part Thirteen