Matthew Sylvester
short story
iPod Short – Blaise Maximillian & the Black Marketeer
Being hit hurts. That’s the whole point of hitting you hit someone to hurt them and stop them hurting you back. There are a number of things that you can do when being hit in the face. The first is to give in to the pain. Being hit hurts, even the biggest and toughest of … Continue reading
iPod short – Blaise Maximillian and the trench
Trench warfare is one of the dirtiest forms there are. First off, you have men living in what are basically open holes or buried holes in the ground. Add water to that mix and the men are constantly having to put up with mud. If you add shit and piss from latrines, and men who … Continue reading
Blaise Maximillian & the Orphan Robber
The Bitter Peace had come six months ago, but you wouldn’t have known it looking at the people that surrounded Detective Inspector Blaise Maximillian. Even now, they scurried along the streets, lean-faced, most wearing the ration-issue uniform of the Imperial Volunteer Workers Corps. The yellow skin of Canary Disease marked many as having worked in … Continue reading
iPod Short – Blaise Maximillian & the German Captain
This iPod short was written entirely on the way home from work. Thirty minutes of walking and typing as I did. Even after a year’s passing, the Bitter Peace still stuck in the national craw of the British, and especially the English. 1922 April 23rd, St. George’s Day. The day when the Great Struggle came to … Continue reading
iPod Shorts – Utilising dead time – Blaise Maximillian
When I can, I walk to work. When I walk, I write. I used to write on my Nokia E71, but then a close friend gave me an iPod Touch and, since discovering the notes, I haven’t looked back. In fact, as mentioned in my previous post, I wrote most of Shattered Lands: Torquemaster Rising … Continue reading
Matthew Sylvester 