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
A hundred yards of granite-solid stare hit Rolf right between the eyes. BAM. He flicks one whip lazily across the other, striking sparks from metal tips, fireflies of light. Allows a smile to… 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
Rolf dips and sways to the music, plots extravagant orbits about the floor. A dizzying display. Twirls the foul creature in his arms. Tries not to look through the gauzy purple of her… 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
