Tag Archive: punk

Umwelt: Night Flows Like a River Ep.1: Little Flaws in The Stone

Click clack. Margo’s back. Heels smack the pavement, hard as gunshots. Striding fast, furious sparks, fire and brimstone. Brimming with rage cold as the heart of an iceberg. Crashes into Randall’s, bell going… Read More

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

Episode 16: Umwelt: Rust in Peace…

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

Episode 15: Umwelt: Sweating Bullets.

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

Episode 14: Umwelt: Symphony of Destruction

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

Episode 13: Umwelt: Countdown to Extinction

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

Episode 12: Umwelt: Double Jeopardy

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

Episode 11: Umwelt: Prelude to a Cat fight

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

Umwelt: Episode 10: Pretty Kitty

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

Episode 9: Umwelt: Bum Banditos

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

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