Aranov

“They’re coming!” “I know, it sounds like they’re on the stairs.  Keep an eye on them.” “You got it!” As Collin left the room, I shoved the old spell book into my backpack and threw it over my shoulder.  I tucked my blonde ponytail into my crimson jacket and patted myself down.  Phone, wallet, keys?  Oh, right.  Stupid apocalypse.  Even a month into the nightmare and I still found myself holding onto old habits.  Guns, flashlight, machete?  Check, check, and checkmate!  That’s more like it. I drew my .22 pistol and flicked on the flashlight under its barrel.  Collin phased through the

     On day five of the dig, we stumbled across an ancient, indoor marketplace. Yarj was the one to find it. He crashed down through the ceiling and landed in what we later determined to be a central fountain.     After we lowered the rest of the crew down on safety lines and sent Yarj back up to receive medical attention for his injuries, we split up to look around. Everything had been surprisingly well preserved, if not covered with an inch or more of dust. My wandering took me to the kiosk of a shop owner named illar. Judging by the size of the kiosk, illar must have been rich. He was able to afford two levels for his shop and sold a wid

This guide is meant as an aide for the prospective science fiction writer, game designer or world-builder wishing to incorporate extraterrestrial elements, in order to improve quality and rationality of the created works. It is not so much a “How To”, which would broach multiple sciences and require a profound understanding of each of these, but a “Before You Go On”, things to consider, wrinkles that need ironing out rather than a methodology. Issues that I bring up here do not necessarily make a choice impossible – you must simply figure out a way around them. Herein I will be dealing with sapient species, inte

write me a letter, not emails or tweets. blue pen scribblings on sheets of paper crisp. in five hundred words, two pages and a half - tell me you thought of me on cigarette breaks. go on foot to a post office, paste the stamp yourself. i shall be clouds away expecting the mail truck. © 28.February.2012 :house:

Weeds tumble over my headstone until the Day. one Day a man was weary too many mouths, too hungry, loud decided to shut them mouths for better or worse one Day a general made a truce swords to plows, but orders are orders decided to take that land for better or worse one Day a rich man laid track hands and hammers, all crossed the sea for pay but bullets are cheaper for better or worse one Day Weeds tumble into a broken hole next to my headstone Got my bullets, Got my orders, And I'm hungry And for better or worse, Hell's coming along.

I stomped about Tokyo, with a bullet train dangling from my teeth. Fast food. Get it?

Let your daughter be a pirate if she asks for a wooden sword help her build her ship from empty boxes and sail the vast backyard because a box doesn’t only have to store dead dreams and she is so much more than just a vessel. Let your daughter be Robin Hood, if she wants to be an anarchist, a hero, a rebel, a rogue, give her bows, and arrows, and arrogance, let her fight for the plight of poorer folk because Robin isn’t just a boy’s name. Let your daughter be a princess locked in a tower so high let her be her own prince, don’t tell her to wait for a hundred years, let her swing from her own hair and grasp her own fre