By no means is this an original idea. It taps the “Alien” well that we already know more than once. But what it does do is suppose a second sequel that includes Hicks, Newt and the android Bishop. David Fincher’s “Alien 3” killed the former two in the prologue of that film and unplugged Bishop…
Author: colinmichaelmoore
Life is a box of life. You never know what you're always going to get.
“They’re Living”
Nada lives! After a spray of bullets from that helicopter in the final seconds of John Carpenter’s “They Live,” our wounded blue-collar hero is dragged to an unlikely place by an unexpected ally, zapped by the physics of light to the aliens’ home world by some of the very blue-skinned B.E.M.s that subliminally control Mother…
Chuck Zao
Chuck cocks his head when the man shouts. What’s he on about? With his missus sittin’ so Chardonay-quiet? Don’t vocal bomb here. Too tight of a space. He turns back to his bench of picnic-table wood, colored blue for the hell of it, and across the walls clothespins and postcards, post-war memories in K-mart frames,…
Alan Petrie
His pop wears a wig. Too dark to be 89. Too slick and combed flat to be any kind of natural growth. But he insists. Warms his scalp under the air con, he says. Makes him feel part of the planet, he says. Sure. “Black paint on a skeleton!” one kid mouths, skateboarding past in…
Leo Ruggle
Leo can’t wait for the 22nd century to reach back and give him the life he needs, so he’s bringing the future to him. He pays a group of 3rd year art students and engineers to forge, fashion and realize his visions. Gamma ray glasses. Dog translation. Ghost diviners. Tech to boost the senses. Gadgets…
Kalle Laine
If there was greater meaning in an action than the act itself, he didn’t pursue it. He’d rather work away in a philosophical vacuum than get deep about scrubbing a cookie sheet or balancing the cheque book; the rabbit could blaze a trail of intellect before leaping into its hole but he wouldn’t be follow…
Rae Blooming
Waiting for activation. Backstage Rae breathes through her nose, adjusts her bass. C#, B, E, A. Nothing Ray Vaughan would break a sweat over but that’s not her job. The band, her back-up, a vomit word for something so essential, adds what she can’t to what she certainly can, which is roar. She does fret…
Ved Haras
He’s been dreaming too much, confronting life in the unconscious where nothing’s held back. He doesn’t like it. His wife’s expecting. Their third and the source of his dreams. In the company of a stranger in shadow, he might spill his true guts. He doesn’t want the child. With the infant in his arms, squirming,…
Broady Springer
He had a philosophy that put him behind his own private eight-ball. Maybe under it. A way of living too in the moment, at the cost of finances and relationships and self-restraint. And at 42, he was deep along the spectrum into man-child. “It’s called indulging the spirit of youth,” he’d say. Which was partly…
Naomi Salander
Behind the bar, she gives as much personality as her clients require. It’s her job, but more than that, seduction pays. She’ll reflect their world like a cocktail shaker for an extra 20. The shit adds up. Just don’t call her hollow. She’s got a soft spot for the quiet cool of regulars who keep…
Colin Moore 