The Silence & The Howl (§.25)

§.25 Harmon begin typing as soon as he returned from his encounter with the literate watchman. A new story occurred to him, and, inspired by the day's events and the memory of the thriller Andy had played when Lyla had come over, he set himself to the task of its completion. A dull, irregular clacking… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl (§.25)

The Silence & The Howl | Part 20

§.20 "Yo. Someone asking bout you at the front." Damion turned from the fat man with whom he was sharing a beer to the lanky, bejeweled man before him. "And he is?" "Don't know. Never seen him before. Some white boy." "What about me is he asking?" "Asking to speak to you." "Everyone wants a… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 20

The Silence & The Howl | Part 15

§.15 Harmon drew the device's teeth against the wood grain. The sound of the chainsaw split the tranquility of the placid Sunday afternoon and sent the sparrows spinning from their thorny thrones. The smell of the wood, the metal, the machine's furious humming engulfing the grotesque chittering of the wide outer bright. He stood over… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 15

Firebug

Devlin Carver heard it in the morning. The dull scratching on the ceiling that had kept him up half the night. Something in the walls... He rubbed the dream-dust from his eyes and rose and paused, listening intently. The scratching intensified for a brief moment and then fell silent. Shortly, the sound started up again… Continue reading Firebug

Notes On Mobile-Platform-Cities

NOTES ON MOBILE PLATFORM CITIES Defining MPCs “Such a structure [an Arcology1] would take the place of the natural landscape inasmuch as it would constitute the new topography to be dealt with. This man-made topography would differ from the natural topography in the following ways: It would not be a one-surface configuration but a multilevel… Continue reading Notes On Mobile-Platform-Cities

The Photographer’s Dilemma (VIII)

She was so distressed by the mysterious message from the cafe she skipped her gala showing and the meeting she was supposed to have with Thompson afterwards and found herself wandering in The Tombs near where Greely had been killed. She passed by the stoop where he had called to her as night fell like… Continue reading The Photographer’s Dilemma (VIII)