Bones

Bones

Tristan’s crawler stopped on a worn ridge with a view of bones. They had been a metropolis, once, before civilization retreated and the weather went mad; though it was the retreat of civilization, more than weather, that had destroyed this particular city. Elemental forces, time–they’d stripped the skin, though Tristan hardly gave it more attention than a convenient waypoint. It’s former status, the ghosts or history it may have held didn’t matter. Warning chimes sounded, reminding her that this was not the best time to stop and that was it. She silenced them with the push of a button that crunched as it ground particulates into finer substance and sat, listening to the sound of her own breath through a respirator.

Some Progress on New Weathermen and…

Some Progress on New Weathermen and…

Without giving away too much, I’m going to be telling the story of one of the least mentioned, but most important, characters in Mr. Rain and The Weathermen. Unfortunately, it’s a really different perspective and very tricky story to tell without going all technical, geeky and “intense”.

Revisions

Revisions

The theme for the next bit is Revisions. We’ll start with the front page of this very site! (Go take a look, it’s good for you.) Next, we’ll start getting very serious about a few writing projects. One of these projects includes “the rest of the story” after Mr. Rain and The Weathermen…

Drop the Bomb

Drop the Bomb

Occasionally you need to drop the bomb; go with the nuclear option in order to scorch your landscape clear and let a new environment take hold.

Poorly Made Things

Poorly Made Things

Back to the writing…from something I’ve been working on for some time; just a glimpse.

Watching the patterns of men, women and their children reminds me of something I read once…

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