WJM Fiction

I know. But nobody cares. Galactically speaking, there are quadrillions of stories every day. Let’s be real: quadrillions of those quadrillions don’t matter. Yours doesn’t matter. Your dog’s doesn’t, and we all wish you’d learn that. Your fifth grade teacher’s doesn’t, and you knew that, inherently, from the minute you met her. In fact, the… Read more: Galactically Speaking – CHAPTER ONE (1/2)

Darkness is a funny thing, when you wake up to find it without expecting it. It’s not there, but it’s all around you. You can’t see through it, but you know there are monsters in there somewhere. All your problems and solutions lie just out of reach and yet there you are, stuck like moist… Read more: Galactically Speaking – CHAPTER ONE (2/2)

When spaceship fuel is loaded or unloaded, the port central to the transaction is evacuated very sneakily. The substance volatile enough to aggressively propel spaceships through interstellar distances and so potent that it requires freezing for transport and so valuable that its presence is a secret is generally not considered safe for civilian interaction. The… Read more: Galactically Speaking – CHAPTER TWO

When James woke up he was confused. The last thing he remembered was blacking out inside an empty, freezing conveyor ramp. That meant certain death. Upon unblacking out he didn’t feel dead, and so had difficulty piecing his facts together in a cohesive pattern. A third fact, which he sought after he came to the… Read more: Galactically Speaking – CHAPTER THREE

Gareth Will smiled. He had brought a man back to life. Yet one more thing to knock off the list of stuff he’d never expected to do during his apportioned run of mortality. The wonders would never cease. Then again, as a child he knew doctors had been selected at birth and he certainly hadn’t… Read more: Galactically Speaking – CHAPTER FOUR

James hated spaceships. And now here he was, being dragged through the corridors of one by a bearded hillbilly, breathing through what he was pretty sure were lungs filled with poison, with soaking wet clothes which were gradually stiffening. Never in his life had he imagined he’d wind up on one of these. He had,… Read more: Galactically Speaking – CHAPTER FIVE

Galactically speaking, missing persons reports are a fairly unreliable proposition. Between the limited scope of the local authorities (which vary in effectiveness), the relative incompetence of the Empire’s own forces, and the practically infinite expanse of the galaxy in which said Empire is located, the finding of persons reported as lost is an exercise which… Read more: Galactically Speaking – CHAPTER SIX

Gasocorp bureaucracy is notoriously impressive. It’s been noted that executive turnover is the lowest for any company in all of recorded history, and due to the pride in stasis throughout the corporation at large the turnover rate continues to decline. It is theorized that at some point in the relatively near future the rate will… Read more: Galactically Speaking – CHAPTER SEVEN