A.C.Franklin Fiction

Speculative fiction with engaging characters.

Tag: writing

  • Sunlight, what a concept.

    The birds are saying it’s spring, no matter how much my friends say it’s not. I agree with the birds.

    Progress continues on multiple fronts. I’ve submitted a story proposal and some flash fiction to anthologies. The story proposal was accepted. I’ll provide more updates later, but for now, consider checking out Duck Prints Press! They have a new Kickstarter coming up.

    Since beginning this endeavour, I’ve exceeded my target for a consistent number of words per week, every week. That is my very boring, very important goal right now: consistency. In spite of some sudden and not-so-sudden demands on my time (bathroom repairs), if I can manage that, I can make this work. So far, the track record looks promising.

    And, last but not least, I’ve posted a new story to the site. Check it out:

    Pioneer Species, Annual and Perennial
    Plant a flower, kiss a girl, save the world.

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  • Day 1

    The sky is grey, there’s snow in the air, and I think that today will be a good day.

    Welcome to the official launch of my website. Currently, it offers free stories that I have previously published online. I hope to add more, as well as some excerpts of my longer completed works. Once they are properly edited and formatted, I intend to sell those longer works on my ko-fi.

    I will be providing regular updates on my progress; consider following if you’d like to see more from me. For now, have a sneak peak of one of my works-in-progress:


    The barren oceans of Qaunic churned into a white foam in the wake of the ice breaker. It was an old, sturdy ship, well-suited to the name “Fidelity.” The red paint had been scraped off its bow and repainted time and time again. Weld lines showed where patches had been added and sealed to become part of the whole.

    There was no ice for it to break on this trip—all the ice was, paradoxically, already hundreds of metres deep beneath the waves. The tension and pressure together threatened to tear the unstable sea floor apart under the force of its own buoyancy. Icebergs drifted in the distance, created by the quick and violent breaches that buoyant force could cause. The terraforming that had melted Qaunic had only been partially successful; the process had only thawed a thin belt of ocean surrounded in yet more ice when the orbital solar focus had burnt itself out. The planet remained bitterly cold and inhospitable, though that had never stopped its stubborn inhabitants.

    Fidelity cut through the grimness in cheerful colour, defiant of the seas that had sunk so many of its brethren even as it was used to recover their corpses, even as that metal was used to patch its own skin. It pushed onward, as reliable as its name implied. It would go on to the very last.

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