C S Hughes
Bio
C S Hughes grew up on the edges of sea glass cities and dust red towns. He has been published online and on paper. His work tends to the lurid, and sometimes to the ludicrous, but seeks beauty in all its ecstasy and artifice.
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NASA Photographs Capture The Monsters Of Pluto. Top Story - August 2021.
The New Horizons spacecraft has carried a collection of imagers, spectrometers, radiometers and telescopes around the sun, past Jupiter and on, some 4.79 billion kilometres in nine and a half years to the farthest shore of our solar system, where its eyes have measured rays and thermals, plasma and colour, solar wind, atmosphere, chemistry, geology and dust.
By C S Hughes4 years ago in Futurism
Sad Susan
There is something in the fabric of old, silent places. Time seems to lay a patina on them, made of moss and lichen, of slow growing things, decay, stains and stillness. The stone, the wood, the earth, even the air holds something more than beauty. An immeasurable presence, a union of time past with the slowly burgeoning moment.
By C S Hughes4 years ago in Horror
Empire Of Broken Eyes
From this window the thing arches out over deep blue water, resting on stone pillars like fortifications. I could take picture after picture, but there is something despicable about the progress of the black iron beams, jutting like broken bones, the glowing rivets like Christ’s wounds, the figures crawling over it like maggots and flies and ants, rather than tearing down to its constituent molecules, spewing up piecemeal the swollen carcass of leviathan.
By C S Hughes4 years ago in Fiction
Propellor
"May we play outside, Father?" Alwyn looked at Robert, his brother, his twin, exactly alike. Same hair, same clothes, same conspiratorial smile. The only difference was, one held the toy aeroplane with its wide wings and red propeller. Which one? They'd never tell.
By C S Hughes4 years ago in Fiction
