J. C. Hurrell
My ideas used to bully me into existence. It’s like a line dance I’m not allowed to leave.
Conor Matthews peeled himself away from his bed linens. He was a polite man, before, but now after these long months he didn’t care, he was too fucking cold to care. He dressed in the warmest clot...
'Guys... we lost comms.' Hannah didn't register what he said. It didn't compute in her head because the sight of Saturn was too stunning to listen; her eyes drank all attention away. Month after m...
Twenty years sober. Boy, those years went by in a flash. But not really; Dennis knew all too well how loose the mind's grip on time really is. It dragged when Flora first told him he had a drinkin...
Chapter 1
Chapter 2 Carlo - The Last Call Home.
Chapter 1 Dale - Hardle’s Hand The low hum of space-flight was quiet before the doors boomed open. Dale and Gritta’s heads both snap up in tandem as Captain Hardle loomed in, his bulk almost bearli...
