Stuart Orr
Bio
The images keep coming, scenes, snatches of song and dialogue, knocking on the door between my medulla and this waking life.
So here they are, the stories I have to tell.
Sometimes (mostly) Sci Fi, mostly (sometimes) musical.
Achievements (1)
Stories (7/0)
The Worrying Bone
He stares into the face of the place where all the best things come from and feels ashamed. Little Pink fusses over his ears with a ribbon. Her sweet, heavy breath sticks in his eyes, worse than the paint and powder she’s rubbed into his snout. Ziggy shuffles politely on the linoleum. His clipped nails make little clicks. He’s learnt from small hot screams and wide cold slaps from above not to show any strength or distemper.
By Stuart Orrabout 4 hours ago in Futurism
The Devil's Playground
This machine is the perfect confessor. It need not forgive for it cannot be wronged. It does not confuse its thoughts with God’s. From behind this thickly folded curtain, ceremonial red, the absolution it offers is real, because its intention is pure: Listen. Understand. Counsel.
By Stuart Orrabout 4 hours ago in Futurism
Song of a Distant Star
Hubble rolls in Earth’s deep shadow. Its gossamer tiles cool taut. As one city after another sets up its canopy of light, the high sentinel reaps its wings’ brief harvest of sun: a night half an hour long, no sleep, all dreamlike recollection of light millennia old, and silence.
By Stuart Orr3 months ago in Beat
- Top Story - June 2023
Voodoo ChildTop Story - June 2023
Right now it’s dark. All the instruments are still. The musicians are in bed or crashed out on the floor. I’m in the yard, under the sycamore. In the firelight it seems to flit and heave, waving its arms at the stars like it’s calling down guidance.
By Stuart Orr4 months ago in Beat
A Piper at the Gates
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But what about a song? The airlock door was cold to the touch, yet it hummed with a harmony of machines, footsteps and voices, the complex vibration of the life he was leaving.
By Stuart Orrabout a year ago in Futurism
