One day she was pottering about on the west shore when a great roar enveloped her senses, low and chest rattling, then cold and harsh through her lungs, then a piercing ethereal scream that whispered away. She opened her eyes. She was kneeling. She looked up ( Read more... )

On the umpteenth night of her quest across the land of Topologica, she came unto the wastes of the Crystal Lattice. The light of her Blackbody Lamp shone steadily onto the undulating landscape. She took a step onto the roughly regular surface, and watched in veiled curiosity as her footstep rippled outward underneath the surface.

"Alright," she said ( Read more... )

So our statistical mechanics professor is one of those of the philosophy that physics should be communicated in clear, plain language with as little math as actually needed. (He is also a math wizard or something, but that's beside the point.) Ten percent of our grade comes from weekly "previews" in which we do a little forward reading and ( Read more... )

I'm probably writing short vignettes for Christmas presents, so people can opt in if they want one (and I won't feel too guilty about not giving anyone presents again). They can be any common genre, but you'll probably get the most quality out of general fiction (ie. about this life in general, classmates, etc. [courtesy of J's request]), fantasy, ( Read more... )

Notes: Here's the first English assignment of the semester, and the first in a regular class since a year ago. It's 2:14AM. And I barely, barely just fit this into the guidelines for this personal response, because I couldn't write anything but a story.
Thus, my first mildly lengthy original story in a long, long time.
Any Doctor Who fans that skim ( Read more... )

not with grey-blue seals of frost shattering to reveal a full and golden seascape:
waves of bittersweet cold like light between the stars
plumes of water crystals rise over the snow filled ocean floor
footsteps on the sidewalk crackle like startled fish, and
the sun sets

as the cold lies undiminished, we rejoice.

Why is it that the seemingly fantastical ( Read more... )

Seven clumsy nouns and a clumsy adjective do weigh upon the heart of time. There upon the the seventh noun sits a high topped tree. And on that tree were seven gnomes, crowned were they with gilded chairs. The first chair was but a stone, the second a harp, the third a billiard, the fourth a carp. The fifth was empty, the sixth was not. The seventh ( Read more... )

"Ah Mundungus." The humanoid leans casually on the bar, leather jacket whispering against the mith'rl counter. "I thought you were above selling something not completely a con. These actually do what they say on the tin!"
"Leave off it," Mundungus crackles, a tentacle slithering out of his hat and swallowing the little sphere back into its soft ( Read more... )

I wish to speak of the universe
In as few words as possible

and not drown you in a shallow ocean of words too small

What I see cannot be contained in such a primitive human language.
We would not understand.

My dreams are weird. 5 ½ hours writing/editing, an hour typing it up, my physics labs mocking me in the window behind this one. =.=
Actually now, it's physics labs AND social studies.
Original fiction, rated T. This story is not particularly happy.
Things I'm most worried about: Characterisation/ distinctive voices, coherency of plot/scenes, ( Read more... )