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Deus Ex... Mentis. Part seven.
It was Richard’s turn to chase after a furious Carol as she made her way through the Ex Libris archives. Even the automatic overhead lights switched on with an angry thud as Carol strode through the maze of dark shelving. Aaron’s message didn’t say where in the archive they were so Carol had headed for the last place Tony had been working as a starting point. A single spotlight shone in the distance proving her hunch was correct. "Aaron!" She called ahead, "you ethically devoid shithead." Pain
Doom Scrolling
I hear the beating of hooves as I scroll lazily on my phone, half awake in the dirty morning light flooding in through my bedroom window. Distant at first, like fat drops of rain against a tin roof heralding in a summer storm, scattered, heavy, with the promise of more to come. Brief snippets of news interrupt a flow of cat photos, memes, and biting satire to talk about viruses, sickness, and quarantine. I scroll past it all, letting the pandemic fade into the distance, like a white horse gallop
The Impermanence of Suffering
Clay opened her eyes slowly as she came back from the brink of nothingness, her head pounded and her chest burned. She could feel the hard bed through the thin mattress beneath her and was vaguely aware of the heavy blankets covering her clothed body. After a while the pounding in her head gave way to the muted sounds of conversation going on around, but not directed at her. Clay couldn’t yet turn her head but she was aware of another bed in the room. The voices around her seemed interested in w
Three Scenes
I'm finishing a creative writing unit and thought it would be interesting to post up one of the assignments. This was a study in genre, three scenes, three genres. I used existing characters/worlds that I have created and thought it would be a fun way to showcase upcoming stories and have a little sample taste of existing works. Just for the Hecate I should have known better but the lure of a free lunch and a pretty face to spend the afternoon with was too strong. Instead I was getting sawdus
They Shall Be Consoled
The memory of the klaxons still sound in my ears despite the heavy pressure door slamming shut moments ago. Without warning I’m thrust back against the bulkhead, cushioned only by the unforgiving jump seat between me and the cold metal wall. Strong g-forces compress my whole body and I momentarily black out, thankful for the forced break from my own panic. The ship is gone and I am alone. Nobody else came. The small pod is empty except for the corpse strapped in opposite me. An unnatural grin is
Regular Ordinary Shaddow Meal Time
I took a nostalgic trip back through my YouTube history recently and wanted to share the weird and wonderful cooking shows I found there. Cooking on YouTube isn't new and these days I think Babish has the market cornered, but I've always enjoyed the weird and the wonderful. In the Beginning I think the first cooking show I was introduced to was Regular Ordinary Swedish Meal Time or #ROSMT for short. That was all the way back in 2011 or so. Since then phrases like "It's good for you!", 'MR FOX