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Antipalos
Nothing leaves the world untouched, every thought and action weaves its way through marking reality. Every ideal and life stirs a breeze in the desert, lifting sand. The desert swallows everything at the end ( Read more... ) -
Theseus
The sound of dripping water and iron boots on steel grates echoed around the corridors on the Labyrinth station high above Crete. Theseus checked the navigator on the power suit provided by the enigmatic Daedalus and his construction bots. It flashed green in the dark and beeped twice. He was almost at the centre of Labyrinth now; still no sign of ( Read more... ) -
Steel Wasps
“What are we going to find?” Asked Adam, sat in the back of Tony’s estate car. Graham turned to give him a grin ( Read more... ) -
Chess
Black Pawn to D6 ( Read more... ) -
A Lesson in Fashion
"What do you think it is?” Asks the girl as she pokes it with her foot ( Read more... ) -
Better in the Wild
Roy pulls on his running shoes. They’re worn and covered in dirt, but he likes them because they’re comfortable and they haven’t let him down yet. Roy does a lot of running, because he is a train spotter ( Read more... ) -
The Mountain Hod
The wind howls and roars and speeds it’s way upward along the steep stone wall of the mountain Hod. The snows are thrown into the air and whipped around the peaks and crags of it’s two smaller companions, the mountains M’gar and Suilk. Then the snow, being stirred into frenzy by the maddening winds is thrown high into the air. It passes a splinter ( Read more... ) -
The Burning
“What is the flame?” Asked Adam, as he watched the dancing fire on the table. Graham glanced sidelong at him with a raised brow and whistled softly through his teeth. His hand danced over the fire touching the heat, playing his fingers like a puppeteer ( Read more... ) -
The Angel
The last man walks the desert, fleeing from his past and from his future. The present is his last refuge, a rest stop before the madness. His face bears the marks of travel, the weariness deeply engraved into his features. He’s come a very long way.
Why do you move?Asks the angel. Its towering grace slowly receding before the approach of the last ( Read more... ) -
A Slab of Granite and a Cigarette
The wind blows across the desert, kicking up the sand and whipping at the coat of the last man. His wide brimmed hat keeps the sun from his face, his coat, collar up, keeps the hostile earth from his body. His boots have taken him on the longest and the last journey across his world. At the finish he stands head down, hands burrowed down deep into ( Read more... )