John Riley
Bio
Author, co-author and editor of a multitude of novels and short stories, I spend my time daydreaming about the future and wishing to be one of the literary greats.
Stories (2/0)
Creating Light
The doors juddered slightly as they closed. The pressurised rubber seals on their edges worn from years of regular use. The lift was large by all accounts but Edward knew from experience that the metal box would feel smaller and smaller during the ten minute journey to his work space. He was calm today, calmer than he either had right to be or had ever been in the last year. Tired though; he rubbed a hand across his eyes and down his care-worn face. Stubble had blossomed into a full grown beard that he could never find the time or energy to remove. He hated it, but like so many of his emotions hate had diminished itself, become a quiet buzzing in the back of his mind.
By John Riley3 years ago in Fiction
After
She eased herself down onto the formed plastic, her bare skin breaking out in gooseflesh. Teeth grit against the aching cold, she unfurled the body suit and found the feet. Ignoring the hiss of her partner’s own discomfit, she slid her toes inside the slippers and pulled the supple material up, slipping her arms in with practised efficiency. She stood as the suit sutured closed at the nape of her neck, attaching automatically with the sub-dermal neodymium implants. She glanced at her partner, himself standing now too.
By John Riley3 years ago in Fiction
