Alastair Millar

In addition to translating and proofreading, I spend a lot of time writing for pleasure, too. In recent years, that’s meant taking an interest in flash fiction in particular – very shor…

Author of Mars & More, Romanesque Houses in Prague, and The Church of SS Cyril Methodius in Prague-Karlin

Alastair Millar is an archaeologist by training and a translator by trade. Married with two adult children, he lives north of Prague, Czech Republic, where he enjoys good books, bad puns, coffee and travelling.

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Author: Alastair Millar Mandy was pretty, vivacious, and my next door neighbour; she’d pop round evenings or at weekends while my spouse was at work to swap gossip, recipes and just chat. But Marco didn’t mind – “you’re such a cliché,” he’d say, laughing, “her gay best friend!”. She was smart, too. Occasionally she’d tell […]

Author: Alastair Millar I should have said something. Today, I know that—but back then, I was still young and stupid. So I’m recording this now that I’m old and hopefully wiser, for all the good it will do. I was desperate when I signed up for the Settler Corps, with nothing left after a layoff […]

Author: Alastair Millar “It’s quite impressive, really,” said Annika, leaning back in her chair. As General Overseer at Europe’s busiest spaceport, she’d worked hard to get where she was, and could afford to be relaxed. “It’s bloody annoying, is what it is,” retorted Hans. As a Senior Processing Officer, he tended to find himself at […]

Author: Alastair Millar “He’s going to be there again,” said Julia. “Well yeah, it’s the big family occasion, right? Same as every year.” Her companion guided the aircar into the automated traffic lane, handed over to Municipal Control, and turned his seat to face her. “I don’t want to talk to him, Mike. We don’t […]

Beautiful, alluring and tricky… Is it any wonder the Ancient Greeks came up with the muses? Beautiful, alluring and tricky creatures that sent the humans mad (poets the maddest of all; I say that w…

Author: Alastair Millar “C’mon, Jack, the fans will just eat this up! You know they will” “That’s kind of the issue, Morty.” “It’s totally ethical, don’t worry about it.” “But is it tasteful? There’s going to be people that hate it.” “Then they can choke on it! This is the future. I’ve wrangled you the […]

Author: Alastair Millar The Government Men arrived in the early morning, before Papa had even left for work. Mama, crying, sat in the kitchen listening to the voices in the living room; it was only her restraining hand that prevented her daughter Cassie, home for college vacation, from storming in to join the discussion. “You […]

a coffee & tea speedrun

Author: Alastair Millar Prosperina Station’s marketing slogan, “No sun means more fun!”, didn’t do it justice: circling the wandering gas giant PSO J318.5-22, better known as Dis, it was the ultimate in literally non-stop nightlife, seasoned with a flexible approach to Terran laws. Newly graduated robot designer Max Wayne knew she was a decade or […]