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St. George’s Hospital
David was certain he was going mad. He was not a child anymore, he was 13 years old. Practically an adult by his reckoning. When is mother and father had left him at St. George’s Hospital for the night, he … Continue reading
The Fleet
[My schedule has not been kind to me lately, but hopefully I’ll have the time to write the next part of the Tale of Ayla within the next week. Here’s the first page of an idea I’ve been messing with] … Continue reading
Morph
Morph was a beast, man! He was the biggest, baddest runner ever set foot in the midnight city. This guy could deck like you wouldn’t believe. He’d walk up to a public terminal, cool as a cucumber, and jack in … Continue reading
The Tale of Ayla, part 3
The old grenz stands just outside the inn and takes a long deep breath from his pipe. The innkeeper has tolerated the thick smoke of his pipe on some nights, but after the cup earlier her patience is at her … Continue reading
The Axle, Notes on the Ro’pan
[Wow. So this project of mine is quickly consuming all my writing time :p. The Tale of Ayla has its own page now, where it can be read from the begining, so more tales of the Green-hammer soon :). In the meantime, … Continue reading
The Tale of Ayla, part 2
[Edit: Forgot to mention the reference for Ayla and the Raven is here, and you should totally check out all of bOZRAT‘s stuff:). The artist for Ayla’s sketches is Caitlyn Lee] The old grenz eases himself down into his chair … Continue reading
The Axle (with notes on the Dunloc)
[Early draft for a worldbuilding project I’m working on. The one paragraph brief of the world, and notes on the first of four cultures that inhabit it. I will probably post the whole thing here when it’s done, but I … Continue reading
Muses
[Working on something a bit larger than usual, so in the meantime here’s something I wrote a while back (a little over a year ago). Somewhat autobiographical.] He sits at his computer, his eyes fixed on the icon of his … Continue reading
Suicidal
My brother died today. It wasn’t an accident. No technical failure in his bod, no misfire of code, no glitch or bug. It wasn’t murder. No vandalism by pro-meat protesters, no killer in the night, no terrorist attack or act … Continue reading
A Hole in the Ground
The hole wasn’t large, perhaps a foot across at the most. Not so big as to be particularly worthy of scrutiny, but big enough to notice and walk around. Someone had gone to the trouble of surrounding the hole with … Continue reading
Fred Hesser 