Conor Hufton
Bio
getting better at this writing thing (aka slowly learning the alphabet, learnt how to use pen). Spanning critical writing, fantasy, parody and sci-fi (ruining all of them in the process).Stories (30/0)
Smarter Than They Thought
The city’s changed. The scum of the earth have all swarmed here. They've made the clean, pure soul that once gave this place life dirtier than the sub-human scum that populate it. McDonald’s closed a few days ago. I sit here without joy. Without faith. Without trousers. I draw a cigarette gracefully from a container, ignite one, and take a long hit. I have to do it. I can’t think of another way to relish in the noir style I’m clearly going for. What a waste of £3.50. I’m glad I didn’t go for Egyptian cigarettes like the good detectives do. They probably cost even more—£3.51 or something crazy.
By Conor Hufton6 years ago in Criminal
Literary Villains Suited to Comic Books
This idea probably isn't entirely original, especially since by this point all new works have drawn some inspiration from elsewhere. Inspired by The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen but unlike that series, this list entertains the idea of placing literary characters inside existing comic book worlds—rather than exclusively featuring literary characters.
By Conor Hufton6 years ago in Geeks
I'm Not Hungry
I saw a vague slender frame behind my distorted door window, accompanied by an androgynous glass encased murmur. I could make out a neatly organised slab of light brown hair through the blurred window, there’s only one person I know with that hair, and he’s me. I tried to ignore the knocking but it got firmer and the murmurs became gradually seasoned with panic, I had to open the door at that point. I recognised everything about the person in front of me; the same medium-length stubble, occasionally highlighted by traces of sliver, same aforementioned slab of hair perpetually brushed aggressively to the right, same elongated nose-bridge punctuated by a downward facing circular tipped nose. I would say it was like looking into a mirror but it wasn’t – you’re used to seeing what’s in a mirror, this person’s face was more slender than I see mine, with a faint touch of tanning. Maybe it’s how I look and that everyone’s just so accustomed to these details the mind doesn’t register them anymore. This might be why we look different on photos. His pupils were almost the size of magnified olives. I’ve been told my eyes were big before. I’d never previously met a robot clone of myself and never spent any time pondering what I’d say to one if I did. Well that’s a lie, there was that one time I thought about it. Alright, it was two times. Ok, ok, it was quite a few times.
By Conor Hufton6 years ago in Futurism