-
Новости
- ИССЛЕДОВАТЬ
-
Страницы
-
Группы
-
Мероприятия
-
Reels
-
Статьи пользователей
-
Offers
-
Jobs
-
185 Записей
-
0 Фото
-
0 Видео
-
Male
-
05/08/2004
-
Читают 0 человек
Недавние обновления
-
Five Names for the Nothing That RemainedThe first to find the letters was Ronnie Brewster, on a Tuesday morning in the grey end of November, the sky over Poplar the colour of a dead television screen and the wind coming hard off the Thames with the smell of the mudflats exposed at low tide, that ancient river smell of rot and salt and things long buried. The Docklands had been dead for years. The cranes of the West India Docks stood...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 0 Просмотры 0 предпросмотрВойдите, чтобы отмечать, делиться и комментировать!
-
The Void MerchantThe neon of Los Angeles didn't light up the night; it just made the shadows deeper. Elias Vance sat in the back of a rain-slicked sedan, watching the city bleed purple and gold. He was a man who dealt in the only currency that mattered in the new world: the laws of physics. Ten years ago, Elias had been a refugee, a survivor of the "Shatter," a localized physical collapse that had erased his...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 3 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
-
Sample The Last Signal From Balaclava 202606161605The fog clung to the air-dock like a shroud, thick and yellow as old parchment. Eleanor Harrington stood on the gantry of the Neptune, her father's great steampower vessel, and watched the gas lamps of London's Sky Port bleed through the mist like dying stars. Three years. Three years since Captain Reginald Harrington had piloted the Neptune beyond the stratosphere and never returned. "The...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 1 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
-
The Galileo ProtocolThe dust had been coming for three weeks. It arrived on the western horizon like a wall — a brown wall, thirty thousand feet high, swallowing the sky, swallowing the sun, swallowing the wheat that had stood golden in the fields until the wind tore it down. Professor Thomas Calloway stood at the blackboard in the one-room schoolhouse and watched the dust seep through the cracks in the walls like...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 6 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
-
The Furnace and the Girl Who Refused to MeltThe steam in New York does not clean. It deposits mineral on mineral until the pipes are thick as bone and the whole city hums with pressure. I was sitting in my office on Broadway, watching condensation crawl down the glass like sweat on a gambler's brow, when the door opened and she walked in. Eleanor Vance. Twenty-two. Blonde, pale, beautiful in the way that makes men forget to be careful in...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 3 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
-
The Echoes of the Red Earth (V011: African Postcolonial)## Act I: The Dust of Independence (20%) The Republic of Zandile had been independent for a decade, but for the village of Kamba, independence was a word written in a language they didn't speak. The capital city was a place of glass towers and diplomatic galas, but in the highlands, the land was dying. A drought of unprecedented severity had gripped the region for three years. The soil, once a...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 5 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
-
The Energy GameIn the concrete canyons of Manhattan, the only thing that mattered was the Hum. The Hum was the sound of the last functioning nuclear plant in the city, a dormant giant that provided the only source of heat and light in the freezing winter. Julian, the leader of the Manhattan Sector, sat in a room filled with monitors and maps. He was a master of the "Quiet War," a conflict fought not with...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 2 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
-
V-03: The Cold Debt (Film Noir)T3-10: N1↔N2. Los Angeles, 1948. The rain is a persistent needle. Detective Frank is a man who has seen too much. His step-sister, Martha, is a femme fatale in the making, a woman who uses her beauty as a weapon to manipulate the city's elite. Martha has spent years subtly undermining Frank's career, planting seeds of doubt about his stability to secure a larger share of their father's estate....0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 3 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
-
The Abyssal ElegyThe scream of tearing metal was the first thing Eleanor Blackwood heard after the world went dark. Then came the cold—immediate and absolute, seeping through her woolen sweater like a living thing. The pressure gauges had gone mad in the last seconds before impact, needles spinning past their maximum readings until the glass shattered. Now there was only darkness and the sound of water finding...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 3 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
-
The Hard DriveThe drive was in a cardboard box behind a stack of broken chairs. Marko found it while looking for something to sit on. The factory had been closed for two years, maybe three. Time doesn't move the same in abandoned buildings. It pools, like water. Ana was already inside. She was taking pictures of the peeling concrete, the rusted machinery, the way light came through the broken windows in thin...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 2 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
-
THE LAST WALLI. The jazz club on 45th Street smelled of whiskey and regret, which Julian Cross found fitting for a Friday night. He sat at a corner table, nursing a bourbon he couldn't taste, listening to a saxophone player who played notes that sounded like apologies. The black SUV pulled up outside at 11:47 p.m. Two men in dark suits entered through the back door. They found Julian at his table, exactly...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 2 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
-
THE MAN IN THE ATTICI. There is a man in the attic. He does not have a name, or if he does, he has forgotten it. He lives in a garret apartment on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, fourth floor walk-up, third apartment from the stairwell door. He is approximately forty years old, though he could be thirty or fifty. Age is a measurement that requires a context, and his context has been dissolving for years. Every...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 6 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
Больше