Part Two

It happens slowly. He doesn’t notice the building heat beating down on him until the sun has dried his suit so thoroughly that he can feel the rasp of salt against his skin. He squints into blazing daylight and sees a pair of bare, pale feet, ten toes digging into the sand just beyond the tip of his nose. The toenails are painted a vivid ( Read more... )

A Companion to Good Night: An Attempt to Elucidate and Illuminate the Strange Goings Ons of Two Psyches, one Fictional and the other Simply Muddled, or: What the Hell Was that Supposed to Mean, Anyway?

Preface

So I wrote this story. It was really kinda freaky and bad stuff happened. And some people were like, “Dude!” (Sometimes people call ( Read more... )

Ever since I started writing in the Doctor Who fandom, I have been haunted by eerie literary coincidences. Here is the latest.

As should be fairly obvious from the title, Do I Twist, Do I Fold is largely inspired by the lyrics to Rogue Trader's Voodoo Child. But I suppose I've been writing with Tennyson as a crutch for far too long, and I felt like ( Read more... )