Stellar Guest Post – Richard Ankers

The first edition of the fortnightly Stellar Guest Post is being graced by Richard Ankers. Many of you will be acquainted with Richard from his daily offerings of poetry, short stories and vignettes. If you are, you will know he has no shortage of material and has kindly agreed to share some of this with us today. If you have never met, read on. When you are done, be sure to connect and make sure you never miss a thing.

Thank you for being my first victim guest Richard!

Foreword from Richard Ankers:

I was honoured to be asked to write a post for Nicola’s new guest section. Thank you, Nicola.
I have a loads and loads of spare stories which are usually so because I often have trouble fitting them into set genres. There’s no point submitting a story if you don’t send it to the right place. So, I have here a short story of about 700 words. See what you think and feel free to comment. What genre would you think it best fits? This is the single biggest issue I have with writing what I want, how I want. Wouldn’t change it, though.

Hope you enjoy



Ghostlike the city’s inhabitants roam the streets. The metropolis has sucked them dry. A procession of timorous deer frightened and waiting to bolt, they make their way to wherever it is one goes during the day in a wide-eyed trance. I watch them with sadness, and I hope compassion. I hate to think someone would not extend me the same small civility.

The cityscape rises skyward in undulating waves of concrete and steel; the ghosts don’t see it. What they do see is questionable? Glass eyes, unblinking, roam everywhere but where they wish. The city’s full sidewalks suffer them to present a weak delusion of sanity. That’s all it is. The city is dead, it just doesn’t know it yet.

Old school, my mother would say, and I suppose I am. When a pretty girl slides by, her feet unseen in the city’s oppressive smog, I raise my hat and smile politely. Sometimes, they even respond. Most times, they don’t. On the rare occasion when one looks my way starry-eyed and shell-shocked, a rabbit in the headlights, it makes my heart beat. I like to feel my heart beat as it reassures me I am not like they. I am alive. Yes, I am alive. I must be, mustn’t I?

My perambulations conform to the city’s expectations: I stick to the main streets, ignore the side streets, and never ever enter the backstreets. There are weird creatures in those inhospitable dark spots, strange and un-wonderful beings. I fear them as they fear life.

The waterfront offers the greatest relief from my waking nightmare. Looking out upon a sea comprising trillions of raindrops, the very same that’ve run down my face and tickled my nose and will one day become an ocean of even greater values, makes me dream. Imagining the recycling atoms, what they must have seen on their journeys through every stage of the earth’s awakening and impending departure, gets the old grey matter churning. I hope that’s the case, anyway, as I’d hate to think it’s old memories relived. I’ve already forgotten too much to bear, having lost even more.

Vitreous, I think to myself, as the harbour stands like a millpond, not a ripple, not a blemish in sight, glasslike. It is almost the exact same consistency as the skins of the urbanites who roam the disconsolate streets. And I wonder, has fate dipped them in the ocean and sent them on their way? Should I? Will it help to blend in with the other poor, unfortunate souls?

I must stop thinking such rubbish if I am to remain apart. Uniqueness is a gift one should embrace and take pride in, not disparage. Some call it mutation, but not I, for is it not uniqueness that has transformed us from one thing to another, bettered ourselves, not abnormality. But it takes two unique individuals to proliferate the theory and I am only one. Still, one of the blank faces may one day smile back and I’ll know a fellow human exists, not a translucent fake as is the case.

Sometimes on clear nights when the moon is full and the city sleeps, I sit out on my balcony and take in the vista. I enjoy it. The sheen of celestial splendour enlivens the soul if you have one. There is a certain freedom in gazing out upon a world that no other appreciates. I’ll wink to the moon and he’ll wink back, our secret safe in the midnight, our pact still operating. Like a spectral spotlight picking out the ghosts of suburbia, I’ll watch the moon highlight passers by and shake my head: no, not that one, she’s lost; no, not that one, she’s smiling too much, etcetera, etcetera. One day, I’ll see a smooth-skinned beauty with tears in her eyes and I’ll know she too cries for the world, as do I. One day. Yes, one day.

For now, I’ll keep walking, collecting the welfare checks when I can, and perusing the city’s glassless shop window. She’ll come. I’m sure of it. She’ll come as a pellucid ghost made real, and we’ll live out a happy ever after like in a fairytale. Or we won’t, who can say?

The End


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Richard is author of The Eternals Series published by Creativia. A former Authonomy gold medalist, Richard has been published in such notable publications as DailyScienceFiction, Devolution Z, Phantaxis and counts himself privileged to have appeared in many others. Richard writes daily for his own self-titled website and loves running with a view, whilst dreaming up new storylines for his readers.

You can connect with Richard and read more of his creative outpourings in the following ways:





You will find Richard’s Amazon author page, together with the first two instalments of The Eternals series below:



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About Nicola Auckland

Busy wife to one & mum to two. I've caught the creative writing bug, now need to practice, get awesome and write something worth reading. Simples.
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8 Responses to Stellar Guest Post – Richard Ankers

  1. Dacian says:

    Very very nice little story! Greatly enjoyed it 👍🏻


  2. Very nicely written!!!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Reblogged this on newauthoronline and commented:
    A thought provoking story.


  4. Very enjoyable. I have had a similar feel walking downtown, as if I am alone in a sea of people. I popped over to your blog and decided to follow. Thank you Nicola for the kind introduction.

    Liked by 2 people

  5. A fun guest post and wonderful writing from Richard, as usual. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Reblogged this on Richard M. Ankers and commented:
    No ordinary midday post from me today. Instead, the lovely Nicola Auckland asked if I’d be her first guest on a new blog column. How could I refuse. I hope you enjoy the short story I sent her and the brief foreword that explains why I’ve never done anything else with it.
    Thanks as always for reading and please enjoy Nicola’s wonderful blog.


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