The Blood – Part 10
In time the trees thinned and gave way to high grass and shrubbery. By then Aderyn was wheezing and her eyes and exposed skin felt red and raw and itchy. She needed to rest often and she drained the...
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“It’s all right,” Resh said. “They just want to ask you a few questions.” It took all the calm she had left to step into the room and stand before them. Each of them looked as old as the Governess, if...
View ArticleThe Space Cantina – Words written in blood
So I wrote the first draft of The Blood – Part 12. It’s rough and it’s quick but at least it’s there. It was one of the hardest chapters to write, considering it was only 900 words. I aim to have a...
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Hours, days perhaps, passed. Aderyn lost track of time in the tiny room, alone with her thoughts and memories. At first she slept and waited, but after a time the dreams grew too terrible. They were...
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He hit her right between the ribs. Aderyn stumbled backward, fighting for breath. She held out a hand, either to ward off the next blow or to submit. In her confused, desperate fight for air, she...
View ArticleThe Space Cantina – The Blood, 36 Hours, Editing and SciFi World Building
Good news everyone! I’ve decided to post some more updates about my writing today and you know what that means? Yeah… I’m behind again. It’s not my fault, I swear! Well, actually, that’s a lie....
View ArticleThe Space Cantina – Things and Stuff
So it’s been a while hasn’t it? No, I haven’t stopped writing or dropped off the face of the Earth or anything like that. This new job has really crunched my time, first with launch of our game and...
View ArticleTeasing a new story
Here, at the end of everything, we discover who we truly are.Filed under: Original Fiction, Science Fiction Tagged: Apocalyptic fiction, blog fiction, Dark Winter, Mike Kern, SciFi
View ArticleDark Winter – Part 1
“Sing to me about the end of the world… There’s still hope left in it yet.” – Flyleaf, Arise “Dad? Dad please pick up, pick up.” Katie Fox shook her cell phone, willing her father to answer. The roar...
View ArticleThe Pale Horse – Prologue
The apocalypse began on a Tuesday. In the heat and humidity of September in Mumbai, a small, white organism grew inside the walls of The Sahil Hotel on Behram Road. The walls were made to resist mold...
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