Bill Bradbury's fiction

Bill Bradbury's fiction

Home
Book: Song of the Red-Legged …
Short Stories
Archive
About
The book intro...
Start here to read my novel Song of the Red-legged Birds! Please subscribe to get the latest installments in your inbox as I post them, it’s also the…
 • 
Bill Bradbury
3
Song of the Red-Legged Birds: Chapter 1: Struck
He sped through time and space unencumbered, warming and twisting with the splendor of the cosmos...
 • 
Bill Bradbury
I'm published on Sci-Fi Shorts
Hello readers! For those newer subscribers who may have missed it, I wrote a short story that I published here last year called The Traveler. Yesterday…
 • 
Bill Bradbury
9
Where I'm at
It's been six months since I updated you on my writing projects, and I thought I'd do a quick check-in.
 • 
Bill Bradbury
4
Song of the Red-Legged Birds: Chapter 29: Walking on ice
“The problem is that a world full of happy people isn’t something anyone is prepared to handle.”
2
Song of the Red-Legged Birds: Chapter 27: Gearing up
She was fifth out of the door of the ten jumpers. Holly saw four chutes deploy below her and pulled on her ripcord. Nothing happened. She pulled again…
Song of the Red-Legged Birds: Chapter 8: For the birds
The black timber let out an ear-piercing screech and turned to liquid, splashing to the ground and collecting into a sizzling puddle. Holly and Seamus…
 • 
Bill Bradbury
Scars
Light poked through cracks in the mottled canvas canopy, a sunrise assault that warmed tightly closed eyes clinging to a fevered dream. It was safe…
The day the world ended
The moving walkway was packed, and not a single person was walking. The crowd stared at the sky, the walls, the ground, and each other. Not a soul…
 • 
Bill Bradbury
2
Song of the Red-Legged Birds: Chapter 6: Chula Vista
She went back into the line of enemy fire, lobbing grenades at one of the heavily reinforced gun positions. They detonated just after she took two…
 • 
Bill Bradbury
Song of the Red-Legged Birds: Chapter 13: Menehune
“A Center in the Boston area reported a minor incident last night. It appears that a man, that man,” he pointed to the photo of Takeda, “had a little…
2
The Pole
“You best get scramblin if’n you want to ring that bell afore times up!” Skrimshaw spat a wet slick of chaw into the scorched sand, which sucked all…
 • 
Bill Bradbury
4
© 2025 Bill Bradbury
Privacy ∙ Terms ∙ Collection notice
Start writingGet the app
Substack is the home for great culture