Left voices, unfiltered, unedited, Ungagged.
Fucking tech bros; those billionaires who read a bit of sci-fi and think they’re building the future, when really, they’re just building bigger cages. It’s enough to make me fucking spit, for sure. Fucking megalomaniacs, the lot. You have your Musks and your Bezoses, don’t you? Raving about Iain M. Banks’ Culture series and how […]
By Jock Mulligan Andor is a fine piece of work, a real look at the grim reality of the whole damn thing. It’s not your usual space opera with a few lads waving light-sticks; this is the story of how the working-class and the oppressed had enough of the boot on their neck. It’s got […]
We call it QueueAnon, this wonderful fountain of freedom hitherto unknown, a snaking virtue of fellow patriots, knees bending to the virtues of the throne. Three days to bathe in our rightful place, in worship of her glorious majesty bowing our grateful head for the life of this deity In the guiding light of […]
There is no need to slag the partying, brexiting, hard working Tories.
This is the third part in Deborah Sanderson’s story. Part 1 The Seed of Light and Dan McPhail. Part 2 In the spring of another Now. It had all come full circle, what a curious day! Then onto the quayside capstan, the sun blazed away. The heavens were saturated with eternity blue skies, like the […]
This is second part of the story by Deborah Sanderson, the first part can be found here The seed of light and Dan McPhail It was in the spring of another Now, when young Dan fell into the arms of love, his tears of joy floated on a rippling sea of a balmy breeze, filling […]
“There had never been another choice. No choice at all. And long before they’d come close to a conclusion, long even before the question had a chance to divide them, the outside world had simply fallen silent.” The storyteller could feel the fine sand underneath her feet and the evening breeze in her hair. The […]
Amsterdam. October 2018 Gert hobbled the short distance from his large mahogany desk to the door of his workshop, the familiar sound […]
House of Horrors; The Bookies by Colin Burnett The inside ae a bettin shoap is some sight. Yince yur in here yae cannae help but feel civilization as we ken it is comin tae an abrupt end. You’ve goat boays rockin back and forth oan yin ae they leather padded stools in the corner ae […]
The Forgotten A warm July night. Red and white flashes lit up the nearly dark sky, as a deep, pulsating throb filled the gut of each member of the assembled crowd, before crashing into a sequence of shrill and deafening explosions. On the edge of Berlin’s Potzdamer Platz, in the shadow of Brandenburg Gate, three […]