I want to write something profound. I hope it has meaning to someone, somewhere. I sit and stare at my…
Nyte: Red, Green, and…
Hajima pulled a chair behind him and sat down, leaning back. He pulled out a pipe, giving it a few…
Detective Atembo: Miera, survivor, disaster.
Full of regret. That was how Atembo described the flattened city upon arrival. Even from inside Guardian’s armored vehicles, he…
Trade
Yvette rowed her father’s boat out to the lake, accompanied by her father’s iPod and her diary. She tried to…
An Oak Uprooted Still Lives
“It’s strange,” Haru said. He took an apple from the pack at his side and the blade from his wrist.…
Ink
He sat up at midnight, counting the helicopters in the moonlight. Beside him, a memory pressed its shape into the…
Moth
Moth came crashing through the burnt out walls of the Orville mansion. The fur around her neck was frayed a…
Vision
Vision stood now, in front of a broken Matteo. Behind Vision lay a long trail of crumpled and bloodied bodies–some…
How do you write a story?
How do you write a story? The picture of a stressed out middle age man sitting at his kitchen table comes to mind. He sits there with his laptop open to Word, in his hand a cup of coffee freshly brewed and untouched. He tries to
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