Tatter: Chapter 31

Previous chapter The sound came softly at first, a faint, fast, rhythmic pattering down the long, damp corridor, growing steadily in volume with every second that passed. Then, as before, the necropolis fell to silence. The men within the hall shifted nervously from foot to foot upon the dust-clad flooring. "What was that?" Elliot asked… Continue reading Tatter: Chapter 31

Tatter: Chapter 30

Previous chapter Ryard glanced to his wrist-bound affin module, the screen displayed a intricately detailed map of the city; the signal for his tracker, bequeathed to Tatter, glowed bright blue against the crisp white outline of the tertiary diagram. His brows knitted with concern as the vehicle sped across the expressway, the pedestrian lanes, shimmering… Continue reading Tatter: Chapter 30

Tatter: Chapter 29

Previous chapter The room in which Tatter awoke was brightly lit and devoid of sound save for the gentle tapping of busy fingers on the keys of a computer pad and the gentle hum of a portable generator. The walls were barren, composed of aged, yet finely burnished metal. Numerous pieces of medical equipment lined… Continue reading Tatter: Chapter 29

Tatter: Chapter 28

Previous chapter Bioluminescent plankton basked the cloistered bar in dim azure glow from wall-bound tubes which ribboned the length of the square, low-ceilinged chamber. Blue-lit patrons sat around the semi-circular retractable table as drinks were ferried by server drones, payments automatically deducted from affin modules upon reception. Aecer Digest played across the numerous, wide wall-screens,… Continue reading Tatter: Chapter 28

Tatter: Chapter 27

Previous chapter Ermin Gild stared at the numerous screens set up in his spacious office, news feeds playing on every one. His hands tightly clasped together, chin upon his knuckles. Dark bags under eyes that darted to every blur of motion. Mounting migrant asylum demands. Rising concerns over terrorist violence and potential lockdowns. Discussions of… Continue reading Tatter: Chapter 27

Circular 2/15/20

PROSE From Fictive Dream: Pickers by D.S. Levy. A garage sale brings back old memories for a woman unusually devoid of sentimentality. Right, Colleen thought, just like the cow would match the purple moon hanging over their house. § From Jokes Review: ...In Space! A new issue of the satirical magazine. Will there be milk… Continue reading Circular 2/15/20

Old Man Centipede

Old Man Centipede was a quiet sort, given to reverie within the multi-chambered dampness of The Hollow Mount, a path up from which afforded him clear observation of the hatchlings, hunting spiders in The Wasteland beyond the great burrow of the old log which had served as his home for six years. He'd heard rumblings… Continue reading Old Man Centipede

Verse & Prose Archive Updated For The Month of November

Our archive has been fully updated for the month of November (featuring new verse and prose). The archive will be similarly updated towards the end of December or directly thereafter (in early January). Additionally, we will be accepting verse, prose and music submissions throughout the month of December. If interested in submitting your work, see… Continue reading Verse & Prose Archive Updated For The Month of November

Notes on Schopenhauer’s The Art of Literature (1893)—I

Arthur Schopenhauer's The Art of Literature is a brisk, engaging consideration of many of the central questions pertaining to literary craftsmanship. The first question tackled is authorship (On Authorship serves as the title of the book's first chapter). Schopenhauer begins his endeavour by defining two types of authors; those who write for the subject and… Continue reading Notes on Schopenhauer’s The Art of Literature (1893)—I