Michael Humphris, Author at Michael Humphris

The Inventive Victorian

The smell was terrible, Mary had known things would be hard when she married Thomas. But then they moved into Albert St with its open sewer. Every obnoxious thing possible seemed to use the sewer to reach the stinking river…

A Strange Tale

It was a strange thing thought Lowry, one minute he was an old man in Salford in the midst of a conversation with one of his paintings. The next moment he was standing in the Museum of Modern Art in…

Tombstone

Still carrying the mental scars from his encounter with Lord Emreht, Boijim was not sure if he had done right agreeing to the recall to serve, yet earths need was great. Space pilots where thin on the ground since…

The Kiss

I blew her a kiss, but it was not returned. Instead she pulled a face at me. I ask what do you do when your love is not returned? Perhaps I should cut my losses and move on. But in…

An Unsure Future

Dominic had taken charge of our ancestors urns. Their colourful exteriors belying their contents. With the history of our race contained within they are the key to our future. The authorities do not wish us to have a future, for…

What If.

He wondered what if there was a larger race beyond his own world. The ancients had worshipped gods who resided somewhere nebulous, even somewhere beyond earth. The Vikings had Thor. The Greeks and Romans, each had their own gods. Indeed…

The Bear

Your journeys may be long and dangerous Soini, but you should leave Akureyri. You may take all your tools. The Dawn Rider is a stout vessel, and her crew are fine sailors, you could not be in better hands. Go…

Primeval Times

It was a time before time was counted; yes there were people, but they spoke a language which is long forgotten. They had no need for writing and lived in a period when they were free to wander. They constructed…

Spy in Disguise

Time flies when everything is strange, and I am a stranger in a strange country. I have tried to dress down, gone is my tweed jacket, also gone is my kilt along with my Scottish name and accent. I am…

The Penthouse

It was quite a normal Sunday morning, well not a morning anymore, for it was ten minutes past two in the afternoon. Maureen lay between fresh white sheets, beside her was the latest man to visit her bed. He was…