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    Ebook200 pages2 hoursVisions of the Future short fiction anthologies

    Decade

    By Julian M. Miles

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    Bringing you stories of intrigue, action, love, and adventure from near and far.

    Every tomorrow leads to another, and the further they go from today, the stranger they could be. We cannot predict, but, we can imagine. From that simple inspiration, Julian M. Miles has spent the last year creating dozens of vistas of what could be, and in this anthology, he shares them with you.

    From alternate history, through dystopian tomorrows, to the furthest reaches of mankind’s colonisation of space, he uses the flash fiction format, interspersed with short fiction pieces, to provide many tales to enchant and entertain.

    This is the tenth volume of his annual ‘Visions of the Future’ anthologies, and contains a bonus section featuring his favourite stories from the first nine volumes.

    It is a companion volume to Gammafall, Six Degrees of Sky, Never a Sky We Know, and A Night Full of Stars, along with the omnibus collection Three Hundred Tomorrows.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJulian M. Miles
    Release dateDec 24, 2020
    ISBN9781005793463
    Decade
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    Julian M. Miles

    Julian’s first loves were science fantasy and magic; the blending of ancient and futuristic. This led him to a love of speculative fiction, initially as a reader, then as a reader and writer.He started writing at school, extended into writing role-playing game scenarios, and thence into bardic storytelling. In 2011 he published his first books, in 2012 he released more (along with the smallest complete role-playing system in the world).With over 30 books published in digital and physical formats, he has no intention of stopping this writing lark anytime soon, and he'd be delighted if you'd care to join him for a book or two.

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      Decade - Julian M. Miles

      Decade

      Visions of the Future, Volume 10

      A science fantasy anthology by Julian M. Miles

      Copyright 2020 Julian M. Miles

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      Contents

      Welcome to Cloneville

      Diplomatic and Justified

      The Survival Ghost

      When the Oracles Fall Silent

      More Teeth

      A Luxury of Kings

      2051

      The Beaching of the Marmaduke

      Walking Through Low Market

      Would You Like a Sweetie?

      Up Above the World So High

      Jessica’s Gone

      Candles

      The Shit That You Won’t Do

      Up in the Dirt

      Blight

      No Output

      Rain of Glory

      Pale Dogs

      He Practices on the Mountain

      Bluebird

      I Tell You Lies While You Sleep

      Gold Digger

      Just Testing

      README.NOW

      Wolves of the Wire

      New Us

      Sunburn

      ReState

      Savage and Chill

      Twenty Seconds

      Uncle from the Other Side

      Only Limbs Grow Back

      Binmen

      And, in the Death

      World Warning

      Use a Human

      Sneeze

      Rome in a Day

      Beware the Sages

      Suppressor

      Time to Sleep

      Dietary

      Reveal

      Dead Man’s Money

      Purple Haze

      Intercept: PrepOne

      Infernal Logistics

      The Sword is My Soul

      Remembering Us

      White as Snow; Red Like Blood

      Bonus: Ten Years Later

      Service or Silence

      Graceful Malaguenan

      Opus for Two

      Tonight on ‘Enforcers’

      Under My Wings

      Remote Angels

      Message in a Bottle

      Honour the Bride

      My Sweet Death

      About the Author

      Connect with Julian Miles

      Other Books by Julian Miles

      Credits

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      Welcome to Cloneville

      They stare at me as I go by. Heart-shaped faces, pale skin, a hint of freckles, eyes like summer sky reflecting in still ponds. Every day since I got here, they stop what they’re doing to watch me go by. Still makes me uncomfortable, but it always happens. I’ve become accustomed to it. The only thing I can do is keep driving.

      I stop at the delicatessen, offload the shipment and back through the doors, sack wheels stacked with wicker crates up to my chin.

      Good afternoon, Caleb. You’re late today?

      I stop by the till and carefully slide the stack off the wheels.

      Sorry about that, Roy. Had to help Roy at the bakery with an oven replacement. It was so heavy even Rita had to help.

      Roy looks impressed. He raises his head and shouts: Hey, Rita! Caleb says they got Rita to help move one of the ovens at the bakery!

      Rita bustles in from the back, a look of disbelief on her face.

      I’ll believe it when she tells me, and if she did, she’ll be telling everyone for a week.

      I laugh with them, then take my leave. I don’t know how they do it. This is Ritaroyburg. Males are Roy and females are Rita. Never seem to need more than one identifier or qualifier to work out which one of them I’m talking about.

      I presume it was the same for me in Carolcalebtown – until my Carol got taken by a catamount. I lasted three days before running from the place screaming, trying to drown out the noise in my head. Started right after Carol died. After the screaming, it got much quieter, but it’s still there.

      Since leaving that place, I’ve been through Juliejohnburg, Barberabobtown and a dozen other burgs and towns. Can’t seem to stay in one place for more than a season or two. Seen more of this country than any since the Iron Rain, I’m sure.

      I’m also sure I know how them who first survived set this land up to continue: all the places are the same. All the people are the same. Only the names change. In some places, the people are much older. They barely talk, just go about tending the crops, woodlands and streams. I don’t stay long in those places.

      I used to dream of the life I never had with Carol. After that, I dreamt of dusty rooms filled with the skeletons of the people who made us. The ones that knew what children were. The ones who had a plan for what came next, until they all died. Now-

      Caleb.

      She’s sitting on the front step, hair blowing in the breeze like Carol’s used to. But she’s not Carol, and that’s quite alright.

      Rita. Will Roy be standing across the road again? He was there all afternoon yesterday.

      She shakes her head.

      Roy’s in gaol. So’s Roy next door. His Rita is telling Sheriff Rita I should be the one locked up. Deputy Roy thinks you should be the one in gaol.

      I sit next to her.

      Tell me.

      Roy said seeing me keeping company with you made him realise he liked Rita next door more than me. He asked Rita next door about it. Roy next door hit him with a skillet. They fought.

      She takes my hand.

      What do we do?

      The noise in my head stops.

      Get your things while Roy’s in jail, Rita. There’s lots of other places to see.

      Leave? Be Rita and Caleb?

      If you want to.

      I do.

      ***

      Diplomatic and Justified

      They throw me through a window, barely a grey panel against the dusk of the underground I’m falling through.

      I can just about make out the floor, and it’s coming up fast. Using the slight angle of my fall, I try for a roll-out and nearly succeed. Skidding to a stop, I take a breath of the dank air and cough.

      Good landing, good sir.

      Another inmate? Nobody hinted at that. I take a moment to ease my breathing, then it’s time to come up with some way to salvage this situation.

      Whom do I have the pleasure of sharing this tidal pit with?

      Rathiek Kinodar, good sir. Benthusian diplomat and lately an advisor to the Upper Brighton Seawall Project.

      I’m in an abandoned ballroom with a talking octopus. To be fair, the octopods from Benthus are humanity’s staunchest allies as we continue to venture forth into the wild black yonder of the spaceways.

      September Jameson. Former Captain in the Sixth Abraxas out of Descartes, currently a gunsell under contract to the Upper Brighton Seawall Project, investigating the spate of violent robberies they’ve suffered, along with your disappearance. Delighted to find you, Diplomat Kinodar.

      As I am to be discovered. I presume you saw through the excuses, asked some awkward questions, and got yourself – what’s that word for stealing someone?

      ‘Kidnapped’.

      Yes. ‘Kidnapped’. Do you know if the origins of it lie with juvenile goats or humans?

      I chuckle into the darkness.

      I’m afraid I don’t. Ask me again when we’re out of this.

      I take that to mean you came with a plan?

      No, but I might have one now. During the Orcan Campaign, I worked with your military. An officer in your Creggar Armoured Division mentioned that all Benthusians posted to Earth have to be acolytes of Mother Hydra. Some sort of secretive combat cult?

      There’s a rustling in the darkness. The voice comes nearer.

      Not so much. We have to learn to move in ways that do not discomfit humans. Devotees of Mother Hydra have teachings to facilitate that. But, if a diplomat demonstrates ability, we are also trained in the combat variations of the basics we are taught.

      Did you show ability?

      Yes. I’m not Honoured Cal, but I’m competent.

      I’m unfamiliar with that name, but ‘Honoured’ means Benthusian royalty.

      Then I will swear your violence is treaty-exempt, being justifiable defensive measures.

      Perfect. Could I trouble you to hold my torch?

      Of course.

      Blue-tinged light swells to summer evening intensity.

      Left, then straight.

      His shadow precedes us, looking like a tall man with narrow shoulders and a swollen head. Glancing down, I see he’s using four tentacles to ambulate.

      Double doors explode outward under his blow. We barge into a candlelit room. I recognise the gunsells who took me down, along with Dirk Shriddin, Seawall Project Director. Spread across the table between us is a glittering pile of valuables looted from the sunken homes and crypts of Lower Brighton.

      Dirk points at us: Kill them!

      Rathiek waves a tentacle tip toward him: Yours, September.

      I dive across the table and clamp my hands about Dirk’s throat, smashing him through the chair he was sat in. We both hit the floor. Damnably, I can’t see the fight because the table’s in the way. Moments later, I hear bones break as two gunsells bounce off the ceiling. Then the other two glide into view, each held by Rathiek in a double-tentacle choke hold.

      He wobbles them at me and laughs.

      Two for retaliation, two to testify.

      With the advantage now ours, I switch to a one-handed grip and push myself up, then grin down at Dirk.

      Good news, Mister Shriddin. I found the diplomat, then we found the robbers.

      ***

      The Survival Ghost

      I said I wanted soy milk, not almond.

      The lady brandishes her mug at me like it’s a talisman of doom and she’s a banespeaker. I sigh. If only it were that simple.

      Taking the mug, I tip the perfectly good coffee away, then make one while she cranes her neck to follow my every move.

      Sorry about that, madam.

      She glowers at me and waves her card across the paypoint.

      Vanny! Table thirty!

      Only Bernadino, my manager, calls me that. I look across the room to see I do indeed have a customer; one who seems to have an aversion to sunlight.

      Tanya! You’re Barista Two. Vanny, go serve.

      Providence has provided early release. I don an apron, grab a tray and terminal, then head for my section. It’s a long walk over to the furthest rear corner.

      Good afternoon, I pause to size up my client, madam. How can Woodhouse Café satisfy you today?

      When I first saw the name, I thought it a good omen. The gods must have laughed so hard.

      I glance up from the terminal to meet violet eyes that sparkle like she’s about to launch balefire. My ancestral ghost - or instinct - prompts me to drop. Blue flames cascade past to splash against the ceiling. Screaming starts behind me. I come up off the floor, snatching the Bowie knife from my ankle sheath.

      Son of Talmir, you ran far.

      She’s on me fast, sure of a quick finish. The knife is through her midriff and protruding from her back before she realises she’s failed.

      Haste will end you, witchkin.

      My name is Maleanu. Look for me in Argnad.

      The Nether City will never know my name, witchkin.

      I push her off my blade, draw the sign of the Unrepentant over her body, then duck as something comes in fast and near-silent. I spin into my dodge and come out blade-first, much to the dismay of Maleanu’s guardian. He tries to twist out of the way but only succeeds in turning a stabbing into a gutting.

      Dropping to the floor, I end his screams, then rise and make the sign of the Unrepentant over him as well.

      Sir! Please put the knife down, then get on your knees and put your hands on your head.

      I turn to see a young policeman, one shaking palm raised toward me, the other clutching a pepper spray.

      I’m sorry, officer, but I dare not do that.

      "You think there could

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