Personal Space
I may be low on company, but one thing I have in spades is time for thought. Far too much time, and, if I’m honest with myself, probably far too much thought than is healthy for me.
Author: Eric Kimball
(Members) Spacism Is Still With Us
Coming around the edge of a collapsed roof, I nearly run into a writhing mass of coloured clouds, bits of tech twinkling in their gaseous innards as they swirl and pass through each other, with hypnotic grace. It’s impossible to say precisely where one begins and the other ends, as the colours meld and form gradients at the edges; yet each cloud is clearly a separate entity.
A Dearth of Gods
Then I saw her. Her face. Her eyes – maybe blue, maybe green – maybe just the colors of the sea clouding my mind, but bright. That’s what stuck in my mind the most, the brightness.
(Members) The Cruelty of a Spider
Of all the one time mortals, Arachne knew this best of all. Athena had cursed her arrogance by turning her into a spider. In her previous life, she had met the goddess’ skill on the loom. In her new one, she would best her cruelty.
Thrilling Words Filler
I have been really overbooked this month and have not been able to keep on top of all the moving pieces. So here’s a random comic as a filler.
Ashes and Paint
Written by Russell James Being free felt wonderful. And the death certificate in his hands represented Jared’s freedom. He’d demanded a certified copy be delivered as soon as one was ready. His hands trembled with joy as his eyes traced each letter of the name of his dead wife, Denise. By week’s end, the boat… Continue reading Ashes and Paint
(Members) Anticipation
A naked corpse lay in the dim dressing room’s corner…
THE PROTECTOR
A howl rolled across the mutable landscape of the Dream. It was answered by another, then another. Those of the wild were on the hunt tonight. Cossus
pricked up his ears, listening, but he did not join in. Unlike them, he had a duty.
(Members) NIGHT CYCLE
…They are solitary hunters, but they meet on occasion. Sometimes by chance, sometimes by challenge. There is no such thing as a friendly encounter as we understand it…
The Fun of the Fair
“Grandpa Jeff! Grandpa Jeff! I wanna ride the alien!” Bernice tugs at the hem of his cream and teal shirt, and jabs her free hand towards the rundown pavilion — all patchwork tarpaulinand wrinkly tin — that plays host to an ancient mechanical bull.