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Sacrifice
by Chris Bannor
They towered above us, blocking out the sun in their magnificence. We tried to fight, but how do you stop a creature so massive it engulfs your house with a single footstep?
The government made mechanical monstrosities to combat the invaders, but the damage grew worse. The aliens came to subjugate, not destroy, but in our fight for freedom, we destroyed ourselves far better than they.
Now it’s up to us. We have small teams ready with explosives. We have the will to survive.
But in a suicide mission to save the world, do we have the will to die?
Chris Bannor
Chris Bannor is a speculative fiction writer who lives in Southern California. Chris learned her love of genre stories from her mother at an early age and has never veered far from that path. You can chat with Chris on Facebook @chrisbannorauthor
13 Drops of Blood – Launches 14th February 2021
This is an industry of rejection and to be successful, an author needs to be able to never throw in the towel, no matter the hard road ahead of them.
Judgement
by Chris Bannor
I did everything by the book, followed every rule and regulation. None of that matters now.
I can see inside the window and nothing changes the judgement they passed. I want to scream that I did what I had to so we could survive.
The ship gets further away as they continue to watch.
I try to keep my face still, but terror eats away at me, and pain is etched in my bones. I turn my head and my body rotates. Now there is no one to see my last moments.
There’s no witness in the void of space.
Chris Bannor
Chris Bannor is a speculative fiction writer who lives in Southern California. Chris learned her love of genre stories from her mother at an early age and has never veered far from that path. You can chat with Chris on Facebook @chrisbannorauthor
Zero Hour 2113 – Launches 23rd January 2021
London, 2113.Racked by riots and ruled by corporations, London has grown to house over twenty-million people. Its limits stretch across the south-west of England.Pollution chokes the skyline, hiding the stratoscrapers of The Mile, London’s exclusive centre, from sight; though its gaudy neon signs penetrate the smog. Corporations rule after the collapse of the mid-2000s. The NHS, under strain from underfunding and the barrage of pandemics, chemical attacks and terrorism, found itself sold off, piece by piece, to the highest bidder. The augmentation companies moved in; buying what they liked. The National Health Bank rose, supplemented by other privatised care centres.
Spoils
by Chris Bannor
She held the knife between her teeth, hands buried second knuckle deep into the beating heart of her prey. In the deep of the woods, no one remembered to look for her kind anymore. They were easy prey, especially when they saw her diminutive size.
She might be no taller than a human child, but she was no innocent. When the others came into her sidhe, they learned. The fae may be small, but her bite was ferocious, and her tastes were bloody.
She drank, the hot splash of copper racing over her tongue was welcome after her well-won fight.
Chris Bannor
Chris Bannor is a speculative fiction writer who lives in Southern California. Chris learned her love of genre stories from her mother at an early age and has never veered far from that path. You can follow Chris on Facebook @chrisbannorauthor
The Woodsman
by Chris Bannor
They gave me an axe and sent me to cut down the heart of the forest. My path was dark; wolves snapped at my steps and gave chase as persistent as the winter snows. I took shelter in the measliest of holes and spent hours scavenging enough food to survive.
When I faltered, she found me, gave me succour and safety from harm. But it is the most bitter irony.
She has filled my heart, this heart of the forest, this girl of snow, but I am the Queen’s Man.
I am the Woodsman and my axe must be true.
Chris Bannor
Chris Bannor is a speculative fiction writer who lives in Southern California. Chris learned her love of genre stories from her mother at an early age and has never veered far from that path. You can follow Chris on Facebook @chrisbannorauthor
Brothers
by Chris Bannor
The night rumbled its greeting as the body streaked through the atmosphere. Lightning flashed across the sky, and thunder heralded its downward descent. Few who saw it would know what it was, but to the trained eye, a fallen angel was unmistakable.
Hell would not welcome such a creature, so newly lost it still reeked of the holy.
He’d fallen years ago, over something he no longer believed. He got on his motorcycle and took to the road, headed for the other. He was no longer an angel, but he would do what he could.
Even the fallen needed brothers.
Chris Bannor
Chris Bannor is a speculative fiction writer who lives in Southern California. Chris learned her love of genre stories from her mother at an early age and has never veered far from that path. You can follow Chris on Facebook: @chrisbannorauthor
One
by Chris Bannor
For three days my brother and I ran. We screamed, pushed and pulled, and fought until we were free. We were both drained, and the house had seemed safe enough. Distant enough.
They crept in while we slept.
My brother opened his eyes moments after me and I could see the fear. He heard them too. There was no escape this time.
“The gun has two bullets,” he whispered. I’d lied. There was one.
He was too soft-hearted to pull the trigger anyway, so he never knew. I was the only one left alive when the zombies began to feast.
Chris Bannor
Chris Bannor is a speculative fiction writer who lives in Southern California. Chris learned her love of genre stories from her mother at an early age and has never veered far from that path. You can follow Chris on Facebook @chrisbannorauthor