1:1 “Why are you alone?” “They taught me I needed no one else.”
The publishing and media industries peddle to our sense of sympathy and morality in desperate attempts to not be absorbed by their competitors. They accomplish this by keeping company missions in line with the majority opinions on various social media platforms. Everything about our lives, down to our opinions, is actively being collected and sold by data harvesting corporations. Our way of thinking is up for sale.
Glowing white eyes pierced me through the gloom. Sunken into the vague gray outline of a stag’s skull, the visage floated closer. Translucent fragments of ink-black cracks and crevasses spiraled out behind it to my unlit kitchen.
With a thick finger, Svenne jabbed at the north of Freelandr. “Inquisitors been comin’ in all along the northeastern border with Rendt, mostly the foothills so far. Nobody knows where they are holin’ up, but it ain’t hard to tell where they’re goin’. Spearbury . . .” She traced her way south. “Grayridge, Suntusk—
(Cover by Radu Muresan)(Special thanks to: MK, GW, CN, Rob, Ritika, and last but certainly not least, my editor Rosemary) ~ Note from the author: This series is intended for mature audiences. It has themes that some may find disturbing or unsuitable for children. Exercise proper caution when sharing the story. Apart from that, I … Continue reading Vessels of Veyrath – Part 1: New Dawn
A quick note from the author: This story, while one of my oldest works, has inspired me to create a larger continuum around the characters, loosely based off the events from this pilot. I have done some outlining for the overarching story and characters, and I have gotten some progress on writing the first chapter(s). … Continue reading Vessels of Veyrath: Ch.0 – Butter Knife (pilot / a short story, 2017)
The Island (a short story) “Excuse me, Ma’am?” Behind the large desk at the other end of the room, leafing through an intimidatingly large pile of reports and other assorted sheets on a holodeck, was a stiff-looking woman in her early forties. She wore a rather extravagant Armani pant-suit, with her long brownish-gold hair tied … Continue reading The Island (a short story, 2017)
The First Daughter (a short story) There were neither colors nor sounds. No inspiration to ponder or imagine. Thus, it was in nothing and nowhere that she waited. There was time, but no inklings of its passing. There was she, but no inklings of herself. For eternity in that nothing she waited. Yet, all seemed … Continue reading The First Daughter (a short story, 2019)
Black Mantle (a short story) Tristan ran his fingertips over her legs once more, his touch lingering as he savored the texture of Elizabeth’s skin. She hadn’t been able to shave the past two days, so it wasn’t quite smooth, but it wasn’t so bristly that it turned him away from the sensation. More enticing … Continue reading Black Mantle (a short story, 2018)
You Won't Need This (a short story) The air in the blue-block waxed thicker with the scent of serenity. The heaviness of it was almost suffocating. My hands busily scrawled away at a leaf of parchment, using a strange carbon-tool I’d found some time ago. There was something eating at me. Sleeping underneath the mist … Continue reading You Won’t Need This (a short story, 2017)
