I have only read one story by E. M. Forster, the author who also wrote the novel Passage to India. However, The Machine Stops has quickly cemented itself as one of my favourite stories. In fact, it was one of the pieces of fiction that inspired me to begin this blog. Forster’s writing is emotive, and in many ways disarmingly prophetic. He penned the story in 1928, and in it…
Nobunaga was furious when he saw the sky castle, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on why. He stood in the lobby, mouth agape, eyebrows knitting together as he glanced quickly around the transport lounge. “What is this? What have you done?” He asked, examining the dark-stained wooden interior of the lounge. Two suits of samurai armour were placed either side of the exit, and his gaze lingered on…
You have trapped me. Yes, you. You did this. Without knowing. You’ve done it a hundred times, to a hundred of me. You’ve been off living your life, while I have been awake: unable to move, or breathe, or sleep. So, how have you been? Do you remember how it happened? What you did? You were there with that girl you know. I can’t remember her name, but I do…
