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Writing based! I’m still alive! Kind of. Current Writing Soundtrack from notmanos on 8tracks Radio.
Read MoreInfected Universe Short – Little Knives, Part 2
Now, the conclusion of the story. ** Little Knives, Part 2 “You’re ridiculous, you know that?” Trevor said. “I said the last time I saw him was at the motel, and that was it. This isn’t fucking Law and Order. If the guy has gone off, it has nothing to do with me.” “That was my hope, you know?” Chai said. “Despite it all. His roommate was adamant Danny wouldn’t just flake out on him. He liked his job, he wouldn’t abandon his cat, and I have to admit, it’s adorable. But people can still do these kind of things, right? Especially nowadays. It feels like the world’s ending, and nothing means anything anymore. No one’s in charge and no one cares. It’s a depressing time to be alive. But there’s enough circumstantial evidence to indicate...
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If you like my short fiction, especially if it’s strange, I have a collected edition coming out! It’s called Shotgun Bastards, and it should be out in July.
Read MoreInfected universe short – Little Knives
A two part story with Chai and Holden. This one takes place months after Infected: Throwaways, but doesn’t really contain any spoilers, so you can read it regardless. ** Little Knives It was not what Chai was expecting, but what, in retrospect, had he expected? It wasn’t something he had honestly thought about. And yet, he still had unconscious expectations. Weird how that worked. All he knew was it was an address that was in a part of Seattle where he had never been, which was strange, because he’d been sure he’d been everywhere in this city. But it was on the seedier side of town, although far from seediest – otherwise known as his old stomping grounds. It had that odd zoning that seemed like it was all commercial until, bam, an A-frame house...
Read MoreFlash Fiction Challenge – No Country For Old Ghosts
So here’s the challenge, and what the hell, right? ** No Country For Old Ghosts The ghosts appeared before her in a sudden rush of cold air, semi-translucent, shadowy figures in dated clothes with dark,haunted eyes. Heather gave them her best professional smile, and asked, “Can I help you?” The male ghost, who looked more than a little like a nineteenth century miner, replied. “We used to haunt the Westmore building on Southern, but it was torn down and replaced by a Whole Foods.” “We tried to haunt it,” the female ghost said. She looked like a nineteenth century governess, which was kind of par for the course for this kind of spirit. “But it was depressing.” “And frightening,” the male ghost said. “Do you know how much they wanted...
Read MoreA new playlist …
Mainly because I felt like it. A\K\A the usual reason. Let's listen to some new music while we wait for the end from notmanos on 8tracks Radio.
Read MoreTwitter WIP update …
So my seven sentences were too much to actually post on Twitter, so here is the segment: “Or he was fine with doing damage to himself to stop it transmitting.” Cass tried to imagine what that would be, and shuddered. You’d think someone wouldn’t go that far, and yet, when a chrononaut snapped, nothing was off the table. He’d heard of one who somehow lopped her own arm off and used it to beat people. She had style, you had to give her that, even if it was self-defeating in the end. Rain was flinging itself against the windows like it was attempting suicide, and sometimes it pressed so forcefully against the bus he could actually feel it, like it was trying in vain to tip this vehicular behemoth over. Hardly a night for man or beast, so of course...
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