We Were Innsmouth Prologue: Providence
Prologue: Providence I am writing this by hand, in the old way, with ink I make myself from the longfin squid that run through the upper bay in good numbers if you know where...
Category: Writings
Sol Survivors
I hadn’t posted a new chapter in a while because my first draft was getting rediculously long. I actually had to end the initial book at an ending point that I thought was premature...
Sol Survivors Chapter 11: Gifts from the Stars
Link to all the chapters – click here The workshop smells of grease and ozone, the kind that clings to your skin long after you leave. Tools scatter across benches like forgotten soldiers. Marvin...
Deep Thing
**Content Warning: This short story contains themes of suicide, depression, and self-harm. Reader discretion is advised.** **Author’s Note:** I need to preface this by saying the subject matter here deals with suicidal thoughts as...
Sol Survivors Chapter 10: They’re With Me
Link to all the chapters – click here The Solvo’s engines settle into a steady thrum, the kind that rattles your teeth just enough to remind you the ship is still alive. Jupiter hangs...
Sol Survivors Chapter 9: The Quiet
Link to all the chapters – click here Rand pushes through the hatch from the infirmary. The corridor is narrow, lit by the same flickering strips that seem to run on borrowed power. His...
Sol Survivors Chapter 8 (Interlude): Toku – Little Shadow
Link to all the chapters – click here Toku steps out of the Solvo’s makeshift infirmary where Rand still recovers. The girl Lila still attending to the battered marine, her talents seeming to blossom...
Sol Survivors Chapter 7 (Interlude): Lila – Shared Static
Link to all the chapters – click here Lila slips into the makeshift infirmary on the Solvo, the first spaceship she’s ever been on. The converted crew cabin hums low with the ship’s heartbeat....
Sol Survivors Chapter 6 (Interlude): Rand – The Chrome Ceiling
Link to all the chapters – click here Rand lies on the narrow bunk in the Solvo’s makeshift infirmary. The converted crew cabin feels more like a coffin than a med bay. Bulkheads scarred...
We Are Providence Redux
I had a friend of mine read this a little while back and he noted the writing style and tone shift near the end of the story (as well as giving me some other...
