In late evening Vienna, which was also early morning Vienna, candles and lanterns still burned in many windows along streets and canalways, red wax dripping down candleshafts onto the aging marble of softly arching bridges. Soft wafts of music drifted … Continue reading
So no shit, there I was, minding my own business, right – like you do when you’re at work, y’know. I was sitting there, in my cube, trying to finish up the Total Production Summary report, and it was the … Continue reading
“It’ll be just like LOST,” my agent encouraged me, “Mixed with Survivor, except that you won’t have to crash-land first, and it’s going to be REALLY real, you won’t have a whole foodservice crew just off camera.” He was more … Continue reading
If you go out when the sun has gone down below the horizon, and start walking, you’ll get to the road, see. You’ll get to the road and you’d take it away from the city, away from town, away from … Continue reading
4 Octobre My love, I suppose I should not fool myself that this letter shall ever reach you, yet I cannot help but hope. With the famine and the disease that followed it like a hungry child in the wake … Continue reading
She rides through the woods, they say, they say she rides through the woods they say the carriage she rides in is not just a carriage despite its four walls floor roof and wheels the carriage she rides in is … Continue reading
I’m not sure how long he had been watching me.He was on my walk home; there was a path that cut through one corner of the park, usually not often used because it was so shady and secluded, but I … Continue reading
A long time ago, histocasts claimed, we were one race, living on one planet, and the sky above it was barely penetrable except to unmanned, clunky satcom units and the occasional shortjump to the totally non-T-formed moon. It sounded so … Continue reading
Over on Google Plus, I’ve tripped and fallen into heading a wonderful writing project called Nightmare Fuel. Every year for the last several years running, nightmares have been a significant issue for me at this time of year. From September … Continue reading
A handful of 1 foot long black cotton strings. I don’t remember what they came from, or why I saved them. They feel odd, too – as if the cotton has been lightly waxed. I’m not sure what I meant … Continue reading