-
170 Posts
-
0 Photos
-
0 Videos
-
Female
-
10/04/2003
-
Followed by 0 people
Recent Updates
-
The letter arrived without a postmark, sealed with black wax and addressed in a hand so elegant it seemed to curve like music.Arthur Winterborne read it by the light of a single candle in his Chelsea garret, the ink shimmering on the cream-colored paper as though the words themselves were painted rather than written. It came from a man named Victor Russell, who claimed to have discovered something extraordinary in Arthur's poetry—something buried beneath the grief, something that required the proper environment to be...0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 ReviewsPlease log in to like, share and comment!
-
The Great Gatsby's NightmareThe party was still going when Wallader St. Clair decided to save the world. It was a Saturday night in June 1926, and the rooftop lounge of the Astoria Hotel was packed with the kind of people who had money and no conscience and enough champagne to make you forget that you were alive. Wallader stood on the terrace, looking out over Manhattan, and thought: this is it. This is what we're...0 Comments 0 Shares 3 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Beans on the RoadPART ONE: THE FARM The Pruitt farm was in Ohio, in a county where the corn had stopped being profitable five years before. That did not mean the corn had stopped growing. The corn grew just fine. It grew tall and green and thick, filling the fields from one end to the other, and when the wind blew it moved in waves the way the sea moves, only the sea was alive and the corn was just corn, a...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Forgotten SentinelThe fog of London did not merely drift; it clung. It was a thick, jaundiced shroud that tasted of coal smoke and copper, swallowing the gaslights of Fleet Street until the world was reduced to a ten-foot circle of dim, amber light. Arthur walked through this void, his boots clicking rhythmically on the damp cobblestones. He was a man of letters, though not the kind that commanded empires. He...0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews
-
Sample V-09: The Glitch in the Soul(New York Modernism) The New York of 2084 was a city of ghosts and ghosts-in-waiting. Most people had "Uploaded"—migrated their consciousness to the Cloud to escape the decaying flesh of the physical world. Jax was a "Sifter," a low-rent digital scavenger who spent his days diving into the fragmented ruins of old servers, searching for lost memories or forgotten passwords to sell on the black...0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Syntax of RuinThe Galactic Empire of Oros was not ruled by a king, or a council, or a god. It was ruled by the *Syllabus*—a perfect, self-evolving algorithm that managed everything from the oxygen levels in the mining colonies to the mating cycles of the nobility. The Syllabus was infallible. It had ended poverty, optimized trade, and brought a thousand star systems into a state of absolute, mathematical...0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Patient from BelowACT I: THE LISTENING The sanatorium sat on the edge of Whitechapel, where the fog never fully lifted and the gas lamps cast yellow circles on cobblestones that were perpetually damp. Julian Ashworth had been sent here by his physician after his "episode" at twenty-five—a nervous breakdown, the doctor called it, though Julian suspected the word "nervous" was a euphemism for something the doctor...0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews
-
Burn The FireBurn the Fire Jack Morane didn't believe in the afterlife until the woman hired him to find a dead man who was still very much alive. She was beautiful in the way that California women are beautiful—carefully constructed, meticulously maintained, and ultimately untouchable. Her name was Diane. She had dark eyes and a voice like cigarette smoke and a checkbook that didn't seem to notice how fast...0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews
-
大牙号协议The Big Tooth ProtocolACT I: THE RISINGIt arrived on a Tuesday in October, which was annoying, because Tuesdays were the worst days for apocalypses. You wanted an apocalypse on a Friday when people were already in a bad mood, or a Monday morning when there was maximum disruption. A Tuesday was just inconvenient.Sarah Watkins was in her office at the White House when the call came through. She...0 Comments 0 Shares 4 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Gilded Echoes of Tomorrow## Act 1: The Spark The *Sovereign* didn't land so much as it collided with the silence of a dead world. Julian Vane, the last scion of the High Command, stepped onto the charcoal crust of what had once been the Mediterranean coast. The sun was a pale, distant coin, providing light but no warmth. For a century, Julian had been the curator of a floating museum, the sole survivor of a fleet that...0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Double BlindThe rain in Los Angeles doesn't fall; it just hangs in the air like a wet curtain, blurring the neon signs of the Sunset Strip into smears of electric pink and bruised blue. I sat in my car, the interior smelling of cheap cigars and the kind of desperation that doesn't wash off. My name is Leo. I'm a "cleaner." When the city's golden boys—the senators, the studio heads, the real estate...0 Comments 0 Shares 5 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Starlight SurgeonI The night Dr. Tommy Callahan first saw the polio wards of Manhattan's Lower East Side, he was still wearing his father's white coat. It hung on his narrow frame like a costume, the shoulders too broad, the fabric too heavy, the pockets still carrying the faint scent of tobacco and liniment that had belonged to Patrick Callahan, a man who had stitched wounds with one hand and held shot glasses...0 Comments 0 Shares 5 Views 0 Reviews
More Stories