Colony Chapter Eight

Census chapter of work in progress by Iris Carden The gate alert buzzed. The buzz was followed by an electronic voice from the gate microphone: “Zaratin official for census.  Open door.” “Open the door?  You’re nowhere near the door,” Mary said. “He means gate, Mum. English isn’t their first language,” Angela said.  She reached past…… Continue reading Colony Chapter Eight

Colony Chapter Six

Communications Systems chapter of work in progress by Iris Carden The tv Angela’s parents were watching displayed a test pattern.  It was the first sign any communications systems were coming on-line. A message running across the screen said: “Stay tuned for an important message at 2pm AEST.” Angela and Jamie decided to recharge their long-flat…… Continue reading Colony Chapter Six

Survival Chapter 3

Time to Leave chapter of work in progress by Iris Carden “It’s quiet,” Angela said. “It’s been quiet most of the day,” Martha answered. “We think the fighting’s moved on.” “How long was I out of it?”   “A couple of days.  You were always responsive enough for us to give you paracetamol and antibiotics,…… Continue reading Survival Chapter 3

Survival Chapter 2

Fever Dream chapter of work in progress by Iris Carden Angela was reading with her feet up on the lounge, a thing that would never have been allowed in her parents’ home.  Luci was sitting beside her, leaning on her and purring.   This was the adult life her father had always told her she…… Continue reading Survival Chapter 2

The Garden

The Garden short story by Iris Carden The greenhouse has become my favourite place to spend my spare time. Once Howard insisted that anyone involved in our little farming operation had to actually work on it, our group of Martian farmers was reduced to three: Howard, Sarah and me. Howard’s taught Sarah and me a…… Continue reading The Garden

The Highway

The Highway short story by Iris Carden There’s hours of driving between blink-and-you’ll-miss-them towns along this road. There’s nothing to see and highway hypnosis is a real problem. I have to stay alert, however, because in hundreds of kilometres of nothing, the occasional scrub bull, kangaroo, or even a feral camel, will pick the moment…… Continue reading The Highway