Once upon a time, there was a fish who hated the sea. Everywhere he looked, all he SAW was sea. He did not like the sea, but it is all that he saw. The fish saw the sea, and said,… Read more…
Tag Archive for Creative Writing
The Inescapability of Escape
The road is living, cobbled from death, and animated. It has always been older than the oldest memory I have. It feeds on travelers, upon their confinement within the mazes of its form, and grows. Transit, and all of its… Read more…
Mutants Welcome v. C
Right now, I’m trying to build a Nuka Cola & Cryo Cream “Floats” Space Bar in Bethesda‘s Fallout 4 Workshop \ Creation Club Mod System, as obtainable, and giftable, through the Steam ( https://www.steampowered.com ) web portal. Pictured: Steam Client… Read more…
My Beaches Are Clammy
Once upon a time, there was a pink clam. The pink clam lived in a hard shell made of crusty juice and woven hair that surrounded his pinkness. The clam lived on the beach. The brown ocean waves were rising,… Read more…
A Story of Three Moons
Moon One chases Moon Two and Moon Two chases Moon Three. Moon Two and Moon Three get smaller and worse, but Moon One Stays the same. This makes Moon Two get smaller faster than Moon Three. This makes Moon Three… Read more…
It’s Lonely at the Top: The Deprecation of Significance of Humanity
We were always told not to place all our eggs in one basket growing up; not to count our chickens before they hatched. So we grew smart. We distributed our wealth. We took nothing for granted. We reaped treasures of thought… Read more…
Mighty is the Swarm
Peityr hovered just above the base of his seat. An intricate network of buckles, straps, wires, and belts was the only thing that kept him from floating away. The nausea and restlessness was immense in zero gravity, so much so,… Read more…
The Incontinent Squid
Once upon a time, there was a land of squid. The squid were incontinent. Every time they got scared, they let off ink! One day, all the squid got scared, and the ocean was filled with dark, goopy filth. Everything… Read more…
The Dreamer is Awake
I regained consciousness briefly in bed today. A voice in my head told me to approach the animal. I approached blackness until I saw feline white fur. Then the voice asked me what animal I saw. I told the voice… Read more…
Bringing it All Together
New game idea: “Neverborn: Brush with Death”. Game is realistic as opposed to cartoony. The setting is dystopian, high-tech transhuman, body-mod Cyberpunk, mashed up with hipster beards and brown-suits gothic Steampunk. Character skills include Computer Science and Hacking, Technology Modding and… Read more…
Mine Deiery Queen
Oh, whence the spicy-peppered cremes and cheeses? Blue Belle…A sad, “Sad loneley southern woman’s name” name for a sad product. Give the children pickles and peppers and cooking herbs in their sno-cones so that they might learn another way. Whither… Read more…
The World that Turned to Machine
Background: In the year 2167, the last vestiges of humanity fight to survive on Earth. After centuries of designing, building and perfecting machines for every purpose imaginable, they now cover the surface of every continent in an intricately designed, rugged, plated-electronic… Read more…
I Hunt at Night
My cats’ colorations are indicative of thier diet and condition. What hunts them, what they hunt, and what they both attract and repel. Saffron is red like the mudclay desert. Fed on whatever scorpions and lizards and roaches and creatures… Read more…
A Close Shave
Ay, a fresh face and a gleaming heart, a marbled cheek, and a winding start! A pickled eye, on mirror’s stare, and creeping teeth, filled up with hair. With gremlins mowing from the back, and words of brutal twirling crack;… Read more…
Screenplay: Absolute Value
In the beginning… Some people say Money is Power. Everybody says Time is Money, but Math is Money, too, baby. There are even some people who say E equals m c squared, a relation between the energy in a given… Read more…
Future Forward
Cyrus laid the parts upon the table before him. Amongst them were slick, angular shapes, rounded, gleaming pipes, and fans that gyrated seductively when pushed. The table’s surface rattled as the pieces were set down, from the tiny thumbscrews to the parts they… Read more…