Episode 17: Umwelt: All’s Well That… Ends?
Kitty slides back from the infinite pull of the Mother’s exit. That pinprick singularity hungry for energy. Half of his essence seeks escape to the void, to the grasping maw of soulless black;… Read More
Kitty slides back from the infinite pull of the Mother’s exit. That pinprick singularity hungry for energy. Half of his essence seeks escape to the void, to the grasping maw of soulless black;… Read More
The formation of nuns sweeps in low. Behind them the storm gathers, a bridal train of dark fury. The seven Sisters circle the bandits and a sweeping veil of storm traps them, like… Read More
Bandits roar down the hillside, spew dust out behind, a yellow smog. Choke leans forward over the handlebars, grins around the stub of his stogie. The charm from the gypsy bangs against the… Read More
Margo stares out into the maelstrom, it churns lunatic waltzes in the cat green glow of her eyes. Grainy black teeth gnash against the glass of the porthole. She gnashes back at them.… Read More
Eyes black and shiny as a corvid’s, Rolf scans the bustling hold. Sifts memories from minds like wheat from chaff. They flood through him, fill him to brimming with whispers, fragments, images. A… Read More
Peggy Dunne’s horn blows thrice, a warning of imminent departure. In the waning sunlight it ripples mournful as an eagle’s cry about the platform. Petulant, slender as a quill, Sebus Grimm leans upon… Read More
Beady eye peeks sneaky, subtle. Shines through the slim gap between door and wall, bright as a bauble. Rolls to and fro, scanning the slew of bodies strutting on the street. Meg skip… Read More
Rinky dink jaunt of a piano plucked honky-tonk tune spills out to the street. High kicked as a can-can leg it rips into tender ears. Minnie raises full skirts, booted feet. Larks in… Read More
Consumed. Mouth of boiling dust. Within the tumult of stinging sand it becomes a grey torrent, yellow lips given way to dark throat. Methodical violence concealed by chaos. Darkness like thunderheads sunk to… Read More
Lone grizzled cowpoke drapes the saloon rail. Hat cocked low over hooded eyes. Blows a melancholy tune on a mouth harp. Slow, easy blues. Notes rise in moaning ululations. Coil through the air,… Read More
