Peter Crispin Author

  The Consortium This morning I hoped everything would be back to normal, but they were still here. Those unspeakably huge metal spheres still lit the sky, like miniature suns, spreading evenly to the distant horizon. They ‘said’ they came in peace, they ‘said’ they were here to help, but I didn’t call it help when they conscripted my brother to work at the grain farm. Sure, they had ended starvation, they fed the hungry, but at what cost? Now there were millions more brains that needed to be engaged now that their mouths no longer needed to be fed. Do they plan to feed the whole solar system, now that we know it isn’t as empty as we always thought? Maybe so, maybe so… I guess it is strange that earthly grains are all the rage- just like any cycle of commerce, it’s all about supply and demand. The other planets demand our wheat, barley and rice, and our overlords promise to supply it, whatever the cost to our freedom.  The last time I talked to Roger, he said the alie...

Century Island Version 2.0 By Peter Crispin Chapter 1 I was hit by a car last summer. I don’t remember it, but I hear it was very dramatic. I spent two months in a hospital, and two weeks in a coma. I used to love people. Watching their faces light up when I smiled brought me genuine pleasure- but I don’t see that world anymore. Since the first person looked from my eyes to the scar running the length of my face and I saw their gaze shift from pleasure to suspicion to disgust, I knew things weren’t going to be easy anymore. I have a cat, her name is Pisces. When I hold Pisces, and she begins to purr, the vibrations that ripple through our shared being hold an bond no other souls possessed. ‘I love you… you care for me… I love you… you keep me safe…’, I could hear echoing through my mind when she spoke to me. Pisces sees the world as I present it for her, and how I wish it to be; A place where people are nice, and help each other to be happy. My parents suggested not attending s...