A Book Of Small Science Fiction (part one)

A Book Of Small Science Fiction is a little book (50 pages, 15000 words) that contains 181 short (often very short) science fiction stories, scenes, vignettes, ideas, vague thoughts, and occasionally poems, one written every day so far this year (up to June 30th).

I wrote these rather than keeping a diary this year, so there’s no continuity between tales, no structural choices in the placement of the stories. They’re all just presented in the order they were written, day after day after day.

(There’s some slight repetitions here that could probably have been condensed into one, and couple of others that would probably have been better off left on the page of my notebook entirely, but I’ve included all of them as a commitment to the project).

The second part, containing 184 small stories, will be released at the end of the year (if I manage to keep up writing one every day to an acceptable standard (which hopefully i will)).

Downlaod the pdf: A Book Of Small Science Fiction (part one)

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Notes:

1. Written between January 1st and June 30th, 2026
2. One story a day
3. There’ll be a small selection of these small science fictions posted here in a bit
4. But not any of the ones that have weird formatting
5. Because I lack the will of trying to force wordpress to cope with anything beyond standard paragraph breaks and line formatting.

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A Book Of Ghosts

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Notes:

1. Written between February 2025 and June 2025
2. And illustrated in June 2025
3. Originally on little cards, the words on one side, the pictures on the other.
4. Like miniature tarot cards or something
5. If tarot cards came with poems on them

6. Which I presume they don’t
7. Anyway, I apologise for the abject quality of a few of the illustrations
8. Especially the attempt at an aerial view of the field over the park
9. And also the magician in his hat
10. And maybe even all of the others
11. (I quite like the crow though)
12. And the slightly terrible whirlwind one is a tribute to this picture of a terrifying tornado in The Citadel Of Chaos.
13. Then again everything I do is a tribute to The Citadel Of Chaos
14. Also everything here was largely inspired by Leonora Carrington‘s Beasts series
15. Which I would spend hours looking at every couple of days
16. In an astonishingly good exhibition at Firstsite in Colchester
17. That ran through most of the bleakness of last winter
18. Also if you’ve found yourself all the way down here, you can download a pdf/ebook of this below

A Book Of Ghosts

19. If for some reason you like it enough to want it on your phones or whatever

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The Dreams Of The Waiting Prince

Now this morning I woke to find the doors to the Palace had been opened, for the period of solitude was to begin, the date having been set for my Lord’s ascension to the throne. Here in his solitude, only upon his rising in the morning shall he speak, so as to recount to me his dreams of the night before.

Now to me did my Lord hand this pen, and the scrolls upon which I am to write, and though he was not yet permitted to speak, he said to me, “My dear Scribe, last night as I slept, I dreamt. And as I dreamt, I slept.” And then he took to the chambers of his solitude for a moment of rest, and lay down there to sleep…

The Dreams Of The Waiting Prince, Before The Occasion Of His Ascension, During The Period Of His Seclusion, In The High Palace Of Eternal Solitude, Above The Clouds Of The Empire’s Reality, Beneath The Many Moons Of The Empire’s Imagination is the story of a lifetime and the history of an empire told entirely in dreams.

Written by David Guy, and with illustrations and artwork by Virginia Frances Sterrett (1900-1930) and Frances MacDonald (1873-1921), it is available to buy in a beautiful, fully illustrated, pocket book edition.

Product Details:

Title: The Dreams Of The Waiting Prince
Price: £6.99/$12.99 (plus postage)
Pages: 112
Binding: Paperback
Illustrations: 12 (b&w)
Dimensions: Pocket Book (4.25×6.875in / 108x175mm)
Paper Quality: 80gsm

A PDF/ebook version is also available (with full colour illustrations) for free/pay what you want.

The One Hundred And Fifty Dreams Of The Waiting Prince

The First Dream – The Second Dream – The Third Dream – The Fourth Dream – The Fifth Dream – The Sixth Dream – The Seventh Dream – The Eighth Dream – The Ninth Dream – The Tenth Dream – The Eleventh Dream – The Twelfth Dream – The Thirteenth Dream – The Fourteenth Dream – The Fifteenth Dream – The Sixteenth Dream – The Seventeenth Dream – The Eighteenth Dream – The Nineteenth Dream – The Twentieth Dream – The Twenty First Dream – The Twenty Second Dream – The Twenty Third Dream – The Twenty Fourth Dream – The Twenty Fifth Dream – The Twenty Sixth Dream – The Twenty Seventh Dream – The Twenty Eighth Dream – The Twenty Ninth Dream – The Thirtieth Dream – The Thirty First Dream – The Thirty Second Dream – The Thirty Third Dream – The Thirty Fourth Dream – The Thirty Fifth Dream – The Thirty Sixth Dream – The Thirty Seventh Dream – The Thirty Eighth Dream – The Thirty Ninth Dream – The Fortieth Dream – The Forty First Dream – The Forty Second Dream – The Forty Third Dream – The Forty Fourth Dream – The Forty Fifth Dream – The Forty Sixth Dream – The Forty Seventh Dream – The Forty Eighth Dream – The Forty Ninth Dream – The Fiftieth Dream – The Fifty First Dream – The Fifty Second Dream – The Fifty Third Dream – The Fifty Fourth Dream – The Fifty Fifth Dream – The Fifty Sixth Dream – The Fifty Seventh Dream – The Fifty Eighth Dream – The Fifty Ninth Dream – The Sixtieth Dream – The Sixty First Dream – The Sixty Second Dream – The Sixty Third Dream – The Sixty Fourth Dream – The Sixty Fifth Dream – The Sixty Sixth Dream – The Sixty Seventh Dream – The Sixty Eighth Dream – The Sixty Ninth Dream – The Seventieth Dream – The Seventy First Dream – The Seventy Second Dream – The Seventy Third Dream – The Seventy Fourth Dream – The Seventy Fifth Dream – The Seventy Sixth Dream – The Seventy Seventh Dream – The Seventy Eighth Dream – The Seventy Ninth Dream – The Eightieth Dream – The Eighty First Dream – The Eighty Second Dream – The Eighty Third Dream – The Eighty Fourth Dream – The Eighty Fifth Dream – The Eighty Sixth Dream – The Eighty Seventh Dream – The Eighty Eighth Dream – The Eighty Ninth Dream – The Ninetieth Dream – The Ninety First Dream – The Ninety Second Dream – The Ninety Third Dream – The Ninety Fourth Dream – The Ninety Fifth Dream – The Ninety Sixth Dream – The Ninety Seventh Dream – The Ninety Eighth Dream – The Ninety Ninth Dream – The Hundredth Dream – The Hundred And First Dream – The Hundred And Second Dream – The Hundred And Third Dream – The Hundred And Fourth Dream – The Hundred And Fifth Dream – The Hundred And Sixth Dream – The Hundred And Seventh Dream – The Hundred And Eighth Dream – The Hundred And Ninth Dream – The Hundred And Tenth Dream – The Hundred And Eleventh Dream – The Hundred And Twelfth Dream – The Hundred And Thirteenth Dream – The Hundred And Fourteenth Dream – The Hundred And Fifteenth Dream – The Hundred And Sixteenth Dream – The Hundred And Seventeenth Dream – The Hundred And Eighteenth Dream – The Hundred And Nineteenth Dream – The Hundred And Twentieth Dream – The Hundred And Twenty First Dream – The Hundred And Twenty Second Dream – The Hundred And Twenty Third Dream – The Hundred And Twenty Fourth Dream – The Hundred And Twenty Fifth Dream – The Hundred And Twenty Sixth Dream – The Hundred And Twenty Seventh Dream – The Hundred And Twenty Eighth Dream – The Hundred And Twenty Ninth Dream – The Hundred And Thirtieth Dream – The Hundred And Thirty First Dream – The Hundred And Thirty Second Dream – The Hundred And Thirty Third Dream – The Hundred And Thirty Fourth Dream – The Hundred And Thirty Fifth Dream – The Hundred And Thirty Sixth Dream – The Hundred And Thirty Seventh Dream – The Hundred And Thirty Eighth Dream – The Hundred And Thirty Ninth Dream – The Hundred And Fortieth Dream – The Hundred And Forty First Dream – The Hundred And Forty Second Dream – The Hundred And Forty Third Dream – The Hundred And Forty Fourth Dream – The Hundred And Forty Fifth Dream – The Hundred And Forty Sixth Dream – The Hundred And Forty Seventh Dream – The Hundred And Forty Eighth Dream – The Hundred And Forty Ninth Dream – The Hundred And Fiftieth Dream

Illustrations – Notes, References and Acknowledgements

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Tales From The Town #86: The Very Last Page Of The Book

It was always blank, the very last page of a book. Tina found this almost incomprehensibly sad. She always had. She always will. The sort of sadness that if you tried to explain it would simply dissipate away as soon as it left your lips, like your breath in winter. The sort of sadness that if you tried to alleviate it by filling all that emptiness in with words of your own would only get worse and worse until you could not look.

So she treasured it for herself. Her own secret sadness. It was nice knowing it was there. She could look at it whenever she wanted to. Look away when she’d had enough.

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Notes:

1. Written on January 1st, 2022
2. This is the last chapter of the pointlessly palindromic sequence started here.
3. 30 odd tales ago.

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Tales From The Town #66: Minor Complaints

1: Poetical Complaints

“Claire, you’ve stolen my poetry books again!” Tina said. “Stop stealing my poetry books!”

“I have not!” Claire said. “I don’t even like poetry.”

“You do like poetry,” Tina said. “You just pretend you don’t because I like poetry.”

“That might be the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” Claire said. “The reason I don’t like poetry is because it’s stupid and you’re stupid and I didn’t steal your poetry books anyway so who cares what I think of poetry!”

“Well if you didn’t steal them who did?” Tina said. “And don’t blame Daniel or Ethel because I already asked them and they definitely didn’t steal any.”

“I don’t know and I don’t care,” Claire said. “Maybe no one stole them. Maybe you never even HAD any poetry books in the first place and you’ve made all this up to annoy me.”

“Of course I had some poetry books,” Tina said. “I write all my poems in them. Which is why I want at least one of them back right now, Claire! Because I just wrote a poem.”

“Well you don’t need your poetry book back then,” Claire said. “Seeing as you’ve already written this one down somewhere else. Use that as a poetry book instead.”

“But I can’t. I wrote it in my head!” Tina said. “I need to get it out of there as quickly as possible!”

Claire snorted at this in derision. “The only thing worse than poetry,” she said, as she stomped down the stairs. “Is poets!”

2: Technological Complaints

“Have you seen my phone, Oya?”

“No. Actually, I was just going to ask you if you’ve seen mine.”

“I haven’t. I was planning on using it to ring mine.”

“And I was planning on using yours to ring mine.”

“I told you we should buy a spare one for emergencies.”

“Wait, I told you we should buy a spare one for emergencies.”

“If only we’d listened to each other!”

“But then what if we lost that one as well? How many spare ones would we need before it was physically impossible to lose all of them at once?”

“We could glue one of them to the desk.”

“That’s not a bad idea actually. Maybe tape another one to the wall.”

“It’ll be like we’re living in the 80s!”

“One of us could have a pager!”

“I don’t even know how pagers work!”

“They’re like twitter I think. But just one message at a time. And the message is a number that you have to decode.”

“That sounds brilliant.”

“It does, doesn’t it?”

“Why don’t we still do that? Imagine having to take out a little notebook from your pocket every time you get a message just so you can look up what it means and who it was from!”

“Not a notebook. A filofax!”

(laughter)

“So anyway, I wonder where our phones went.”

3: Artistic Complaints

“Mum, have you seen our paintings of the whale that we made?” Ethel asked

“The whale AND the penguin,” Daniel added. “And a heron.”

“We were going to show them to Lucas,” Ethel said. “But now we can’t find them.”

“Weren’t they hanging from the washing line?” Agnes said. “That’s where I saw them.”

“But we looked there and the only thing on the washing line is some sheets,” Ethel said.

“And some of our paint,” Daniel said. “Which is now on the sheets.”

“So our paintings are back to front!” Ethel said. “We can’t show Lucas back to front paintings.”

“Maybe Lucas will like that,” Agnes said. “Considering you keep telling me he lives in the mirror.”

“But we painted them back to front because he lives in the mirror,” Ethel said.

“So now they’re front to back,” Daniel said.

“Which will be completely back to front by the time Lucas sees them,” Ethel said. “It’s a disaster!”

Ethel and Daniel put their hands in the air and ran out of the kitchen screaming in unison.

“You could turn the sheets round,” Agnes called after them in her ever practical way, but Ethel and Daniel were having none of it. Panicking was too much fun.

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Notes:

1. Written on the 18th and the 19th of May, 2022

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