Stand alone stories
My last book
The stars, Your legacy
Erel is, with his clan of players, just hours away from smashing the all-time record in Razam, the ship’s most immersive RPG, when an urgent message from the ship’s AI interrupts their mission. After generations of travel, the massive generation ship has finally reached its destination—but it’s in critical condition. All passengers must disembark immediately.
There’s just one problem: the real world is far less exciting—and far more daunting—than the VR, and no one answers the call.
What if the only way to convince passengers to make their way to the planet requires Erel to transform this challenge into a game?
a passion for short stories
I spent my youth reading golden age short stories and I loved their efficiency and how they delivered so much impact in such a reduced format. Frederic Brown was the master of those stories (at least for me).
And one day, I began writing my own.. You will find examples of my work here in this page
Anthology of Short stories
I dream of stars
A politician who faces death to run for election…
The crew of a generation ship confronted to the hardest decision…
Cyber-induced nightmares and no one to turn to…
Sometimes funny, sometimes dark, those stories explore different facet of our futures. They revisit old golden-age themes but with modern twists.
This book incorporates previously published 6 long stories, more than 40 flash fictions and more than 20 images created by Michel Rigaux for that anthology.
Written and illustrated by a father and a son passionate about science-fiction and fantasy, join us in our adventures.
A SCI-FI novella
EArly departure
Once humanity dreamt of stars and built space AIs to help reach them.
But AIs grew beyond our control and now keep humans bottled up in the solar system.
Join captain John Lester on his voyage from Titan Primary Space Station back to Earth!
Written as an homage to golden age sci-fi and with specifically created images from designer M Rigaux, take a ride aboard John’s ship, in this age where humanity strives to keep its place in space.
An example
Alphanor IV
All was quiet around Alphanor IV mining port. White clouds rolling over distant mountains. Breathtaking but identical day after day. A month after his transfer, Major Robertson had decided it was boring, he had to admit to himself.
Not anymore. Alphanor IV hosted deinium mines, the graal of the heavy metals required to power up the Alcubierre drive units. Trouble was, for an unknown reason, planets with those mines drew to them black holes within a century of their discovery. Some had hinted it was reversed, black holes distorting matters until deinium appeared. The Major didn’t care for science. He had a job to do and this day was his day. He strolled to the external landing pad.
The shuttle bringing the last miners crash-landed. There was no time to lose. Beyond the solar horizon, a murderous black hole approached. In less than a day, its gravity distortion would stop the warp units and trap all who remained on Alphanor IV. Even now, the pilot wasn’t sure to escape. A billion credit for each on this last flight. They had all voted to stay more days, even after the Emerald, the previous ship, lost its route and exploded.
The miners exited in a frenzy. “Order,” he shouted at the top of his lungs. “I will have order.”
Angry murmurs answered. One miner took a step forward and the Major punched him in the face, sending him to the ground. Behind him, his Marines, in riot gear, showed their nerve grenade. The crowd quieted and fear settled again over them. Panic was near. Stampede would be their doom.
He barked. “We have all places out. Now, single line, and move.”
A tech touched his shoulder. “Sir, we can’t load the planetary shuttle. It’s too damaged.”
He laughed watching the crowd. “Leave it here.”
They had crossed half the universe to work here and they knew how to obey. The line appeared and they begin to walk. Twice more, miners tried to force their way in. Ribs cracked, nose bled. But he kept order.
Major Robertson looked for a last time at the quiet horizon, the huge clouds, smelled the fresh air and turned, the last to embark.