The creature made a squealing sound that faintly reminded Korvus of a whale. He drew back from the reinforced glass case in which it resided and shot Elana a concerned expression. She chuckled and took a step towards the squirming mass of carbon, cilia slowly working up the side of the see-through cage, grasping towards… Continue reading O.R.C.A.
Theme chosen by user recommendation. #1 The whirring noise, the deluge of memories; she gasped and inhaled like a swimmer caught beneath the undercurrent, not of waves, but of minds. #2 There was no longer any separation between "self" and "other." In the Mod everything was connected. #3 "Put the gun down, Barlow, we both… Continue reading Writing Prompts 9/10/18 – Neurolink
The theme by popular vote is: cybernetics (thanks to all those who voted!) prompt #1 The cybernetic implants had given him a new shot at life after the ravages of the war. prompt #2 For the Psionic Gamers Union it was all fun and games til someone got mindhacked. prompt #3 He was no longer… Continue reading Writing Prompts 9/9/18 – Cybernetics
The city of Trepan hung over the Tyvaultian Sea like a great metal beast, clasping the water with it's legs of anchors and oil derricks and docking columns and construction cranes and prodding the sky with its innumerable concrete quills. Yet this great metal beast had fallen to a slumber, for its hundred-thousand spires of… Continue reading Kybernan (I)
Writing prompts - a word or sentence meant to act as the catalyst to a piece of prose or poetry - is a very useful tool for generating ideas, producing more motivation and increasing one's writing output generally. Most writing prompts, however, are just a single word, and usually, a word that can be used… Continue reading Writing Prompts 9/6/18
Miner crouched silently, his hand tracing liminal rhythms across the smooth stone-face which barred his way as if, from the elements, he wished to draw some deep and forbidden knowledge. Behind him, 400 stood with her arms folded about her breasts, her blond brows slightly furrowed as she watched the peculiar ritual unfold, attempting and… Continue reading Reclaimer: Episode 3
Miner lay upon the ground, 400 lay beside him, her eyes saucer-wide like the eyes of some cephlopidic aberration, air going in-out from the rapid contractions of their billowing chests; hearts pulsing in roaring tandem like the kettling of some mangy soldier-boy, drawing out an anthem for some great and unspeakable war. Miner's anxiety subsided… Continue reading Reclaimer: Episode 2