24 03 2017

It may surprise you to know I’m writing a science fiction book.

I’ve had the idea for years but haven’t really done anything about it, partly because I got hooked up into the strange world of how? and where? and who?

I understand nothing about business practices or of publishers, and also I don’t want people breathing down my neck, I want to do it in my own time and under my own terms.

Which leaves me with writing it for free, well nothing new there, everything I do is for free.

So Harlequin can be found here:

It can also be found on Facebook, Google+ and on Medium.

No big giveaways, but it’s a nice, comfortable, friendly sort of science-fiction.

You won’t see baddies fighting wars here, but you will find plenty of introspection and love.

Radical, eh?

I hope you like it.


Wolfie Rankin.


Moments in Time (Doctor Who / Poirot Cross-Over)

19 09 2012

I was having a thought earlier about Doctor Who and time travel, Wouldn’t it be nice if The Doctor and Hercule Poirot (David Suchet) could meet?

But rather than film one show, both companies, BBC (Doctor Who) and ITV (Poirot) would film their own, but the same episode, from the perspective of their main characters, and shot by two separate film crews, at the same time.

Meaning it would come out like this.

Poirot – ITV
Title – Moments in Time.
Starring – David Suchet
Guest Star – Matt Smith

Doctor Who – BBC
Title – Moments in Time
Starring – Matt Smith
Guest Star David Suchet

Both of the title characters would naturally have a greater role in their own version, In the Doctor Who version we would see The Doctors story unfolding as He deals with a mystery on Earth, which Poirot is also trying to figure out. Then we would see Hercule Poirot in his own version, trying to deal with something He has never seen before, which defies his own logic…
and finally receiving help from a strange fellow who claims to be from another planet.

Does The Doctor tell Poirot that He’s an Alien? Will Poirot see the inside of the TARDIS?
and who will solve the mystery first? The Doctor or Poirot?

Could it be done? or more to the point, could it be done, well?


Do we have to grow up?

8 09 2012

I could pad this story out with a lot of froth, but I would rather get to the point.

We find ourselves in 2012, We feel that we don’t need kids to enhance our lives with kids, it’s best to forgo breeding and just be ourselves.

And what I see is that people who liked certain things as a kid, haven’t grown out of those things, they haven’t been as pressured to do so, as with other generations.

I have friends who are into Furry, they dress up as animals and go to conventions, I think in the 80s this sort of thing would have been sniggered at far far more than it is now, a lot of people simply accept it.

Because so many have remained child-like in some ways, and it’s normal to have adults collect pokemon, ninja turtles, simpsons, doctor who and others.

Mind you, it was also much more difficult years ago, as there were very few shops specialising in this sort of merchandise.

I have been buying TARDISES (TARDII?) from a shop online which sells science fiction and fantasy items, lately.

I think We’ve started to allow ourselves to play more, and I think somewhere a switch has flicked and turned off the idea of having kids… we are the kids, why do there need to be more?


Shields down

1 08 2012

Sci-Fi enthusiasts would understand this post better than anyone.

But for those who don’t, the title refers to a starship in a science fiction universe, it could be Star Wars or Star Trek which have both used the phrase… which is in battle, and has been hard hit by enemy fire. So much so that the electronic force fields protecting the spacecraft are no longer in place, leaving the ship exposed and vulnerable to any attack.

I think this is how religion is sitting at this time.

Years ago, had I said anything to counter any religious view, I would have been called a “heathen” and made to sit in the corner for having “ridiculous” ideas.

I would have then pretended that I agree with religious views, but mainly to keep the peace, and I wasn’t the only one in this position, There must have been hundreds or even thousands like me, all around the World.

What a difference now.

I can say that I don’t believe in God, and automatically be supported by many, without having to give any reasons for my views.

Most have heard those reasons from others anyway, does it need repeating?

People are openly talking about atheism and science like never before.

Religion has lost its power to contain these ideas.

The shields are down in some areas of the ship, weakened in others, holding fast in some places… but there is no doubt that the ship is crippled.

The ships passengers are in a state of panic, you can tell by the way they desperately argue with those of us who are backed up by facts, they have no facts to plug their holes with, and they lack their power to frighten us with their mythology anymore.

Would I feel victorious, as an atheist, if I saw the ship explode?

I don’t know.

Because although we tried very hard to get the religious to see things as they are, It’s never a good thing for a person to feel they’ve spent their lives on something that simply wasn’t true, or was never going to work.

But if you do come over to our side, you will:

* Be supported

* Loved

* Understood

And much more, life will go on pretty much as before, so don’t worry. 🙂


Sci Fi Sci

31 05 2012

I’ve come up with an interesting idea for a science series, which is part Sci fi and part factual.

What if you could have Doctor Who (An expert on time) host a show about fossils, travelling back in time, in his TARDIS, to explain how things looked thousands of years ago, giving an insight into the natural history of Earth?

Or Jean-Luc Picard hosting a show about the local planets, from the Enterprise itself?

Now we’ve had actors providing their voice for these sorts of shows before, but never in character. This would not be a voice over job for the actor, but a chance for the viewer to accompany the character on a ride through time and space, and learning about real science along the way.

This would be how “Sci Fi Sci” would work.

Obviously this would require film and TV companies getting together and giving their OK , I’m thinking about rights issues, but if done well, it could be quite an exciting, and entertaining documentary series.

“Sci Fi Sci” (c) Wolfie Rankin 2012 – All Rights Reserved


The Rifters

21 02 2012

I have an idea for a sci-fi novel, but as usual with all these ideas for stories I get, it will never be written as I have the attention span of a gnat.

However I will put the idea out there, so perhaps the idea will find its way to the author it was intended for, who will love it and bring it to fruition.

The story is called “The Rifters” You’re psychic? Oh you read the title, yes I see that now.

It takes place in the here and now, 2012, and it happens to ordinary people.

People who died, years ago, start turning up… no, they’re not zombies, they’re completely normal people, Brothers, Sisters, Mums and Dads, who by no fault of their own, start re-appearing today.

Now there was an explanation, and revealing it won’t spoil the story, as the experience of the story is about how people cope with each other.

The explanation is that there was a split in time, or a rift… a fork in the road… people went in two directions, and we saw one direction… they lived with us, they grew old, and they died… or they had accidents, died in wars or of diseases when young.

But suddenly the part which split, has appeared here.

The split seemed to occur in the 80’s, and as far as they’re concerned, it’s still the 80’s… but family are older, technology has changed, money doesn’t go as far as it did.

How do people here cope with it?

Are we glad to see our long-lost loved ones? or are we suspicious that something horrible is happening? Perhaps it’s an invasion, perhaps they’re copies, perhaps none of it is real.

Ordinary people suddenly find themselves facing Riftism from some members of society, perhaps some of those have never experienced racism or sexism before, so it would come as quite a shock.

What would you do? Take your family back or view them with suspicion?


“The Rifters” Concept (c) Wolfie Rankin, 2012.

Doctor Who and the Pixels of Vruum. (terrible name and likely to change)

20 07 2010

On a warm weekend on the outskirts of London, a small home with a well tendered garden was bathed in sunlight. Small boys ran through the house with balloons, as Mrs Davidson positioned decorations onto the walls.

“When’s Dad due back” asked Jennifer, Mrs Davidsons daughter, about seventeen, who had the golden blonde hair, fair skin and blue eyes of her Mother.

“Ohh”, Mrs Davidson puffed and thought she was too old for all this stretching, “Ohhh” she looked for a clock and then realising she’d hidden it behind some balloons, waved her hand and said “I think they’ll be back in about twenty minutes, what is it, about four?”

“Check your watch Mum” Smiled Jennifer.

Mrs Davidson rolled her eyes and squinted at her watch, “Yep, twenty minutes it is, Thank heavens my internal clock still functions… Now help me down from this step.”

Mrs Davidson waved an arm at the decorations, “Well, does that look like a Birthday my dear?” She put an arm around her Daughter and pulled her close, “I can’t believe Dad is seventy and you’re almost all grown up, time flies sweetheart, altogether too swiftly for my liking” She bought her daughter close and kissed her gently on the forehead.

As the boys played out in the garden with Robert the Dalmation, Mrs Davidson and her Daughter decorated a chocolate cake with bright coloured smarties, piped “seventy” in long-hand and popped a single candle on top. Despite Dr. Farrow being exceedingly health concious, he was also a dedicated lover of chocolate, and didn’t seem to mind people letting themselves go a bit on special occasions.

Dr. James Farrow had been the local GP and had worked just up the street from here for about fifty years, but had since retired. Everyone in the area loved him, he was there at the birth of their children, treated everything from broken bones to warts, and managed to keep some of them alive by the smallest of margins… His mind had drifted as they drove home, each house was a reminder of another story, mostly good stories, but not always.

Someone waved at the car which woke the good Doctor from his dreams, and he waved back… “Sally Williams” He said and turned to Mr Davidson… “Whooping Cough, Nineteen Seventy Three, Pertussis… She almost died, Marcus”. Mr Davidson smiled but kept his eyes on the road, “Yes, you told me, you saved her”. “Not just I, Marcus” corrected Dr. Farrow, “It was a group effort, My collegues and I, David and Bryce, and those dedicated Nurses, Martha, Pat and Gina, He paused… “Three whole months it took, that poor child, Why people don’t vaccinate I’ll never understand. He fell back in his chair and a tear came to his eye. Mr Davidson was well aware of the waver in his Father in laws voice and reached out a hand and patted the doctor on his shoulder “She lived” he said solemly. “Yes” replied the Doctor, “She did, but many others did not, many who did not need to go… I hate getting old Marcus, There’s so much more work to do, and just as medicine is about to branch out into exciting new times, what happens to me, I kick the bucket and miss out on all the fun” He frowned, and then laughed at himself, Marcus laughed with him.

The car rolled up the drive and Jennifer yelled out “They’re here!”

When Dr Farrow walked in, He saw the decorations and smiled broadly.

“Happy Birthday Dad” Said Mrs Davidson, half crying.

“Did you two do all this for me? Is there cake?” Asked the Doctor.

“Yes there’s cake, I should’ve known that’d be your second question… and no, you can’t have any, yet.”

Dr Farrow spotted the two boys in the yard “Is Carmel here?” He called out to his Daughter who was back in the kitchen. Carmel was one of Doctor Farrows patients, Her pregnancy hadn’t quite gone as planned, and she had been lucky to have two healthy lads who were now romping with the dog in the garden like two healthy boys should.

“No Dad, I’m just looking after them, Carmel had to pick up Stuart, their car had broken down again… but she’ll be over later, she’d like to wish you a Happy Birthday…Cup of tea?”

“Yes Please Heather…” He poked his head around the door and asked “can I have some cake with it by any chance?”

“No, you old devil, you can’t” She scolded.

“Oh I see, just because I get old, I don’t get any cake” he looked forlornly at Marcus… I told you not to marry this girl, once you’re my age you’ll truely suffer.

The boys were playing with miniature trucks in the garden beds where it was all muddy, instead of the nice clean sandpit right next to them, Brian had mud right up to his elbow as he’d dug a tunnel for his trucks and his T-Rex to live in… that and the tiny blue box with the funny light on the top.

Latka Bella Fyfe was excited, She had only just met The Doctor on her home planet and was very keen, as any scientist would be, to not just see another world, but to walk upon it, There was just one problem, She was blue… Everyone from her planet was blue, Now being a blue person really shouldn’t be of anyones concern in this day and age, but she was a bit blue, really blue, just like everyone on her planet, except for the kentarkians who were more green than blue… but that’s beside the point.

The Doctor had suggested that she keep a low profile, so Bella, as The Doctor called her, had been searching the TARDISs database for suitable clothes, She was delighted when she found the Burqa and asked The Doctor if she could wear this?

“No” He said, scratching his chin.

“Why not? I think it’s lovely, don’t you?” she asked.

“Because… Earth Women don’t have long tails like a lizard” He replied, and prodded a few buttons on his console which despensed an item which he caught in his left hand.

“Wear this instead” it was a fine gold chain with a beautiful gem on the end, “That stone is a sort of holographic projector, you can pick them up cheap in braxton, er, that’s a planet I went to once, they’re rather too fond of ear wax… anyway… what it does whatever people expect to see is what is overlayed, so people see what they want to see, once I announce that you’re there, people will become aware of you and… and if they say something about your red dress, just smile and say thanks, don’t discuss it because someone else will see you in blue clothes and that’s going to get very confusing pretty quickly.”

The Doctor covered his face with his hand… “Erahhhh…. Woman, tall, brunette, jeans, sneakers” He opened his eyes and closed them again suddenly “Oh God, I’m sorry… BraShirtJacket…..Haaat!” And there she was, not as in fashion as you might expect a woman in her early 30s, but certainly good enough as far as The Doctor was concerned.