Needles stitch the veils with threads of diseased ebony, crawling up and under the weft, the weave, a cramped darning of familiar colour. In the warm vortex of her core, where once struggled that tiny voice braying to be heard, there is now only blessed silence; it lends her the power to stretch out so […]Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like a River Episode 7: Stitch The Veils"
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 off into paroxysms, papers flying. Barry yells, dives to save his accounts. No other yelling though, there’s no hook to extricate from […]Read more "Umwelt: Night Flows Like a River Ep.1: Little Flaws in The Stone"
Darkness. Profound as the deep of sea, a tenebrous burden. It brings its own silence out in the desert, ponderous, sacred. Packs of lycid pacing the flash of landship above slip are fleets of shadow. Predators in the deeps. Moon yellow eyes glinting. Ferocious. Their eyes are all that lights the darkness. Low cloud swallowed […]Read more "Episode 18: Umwelt: The Lights… How They Shine"
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; the other courts the gravity of flesh, the anchor of energy made physical mass. A brief struggle rages in the midst whilst […]Read more "Episode 17: Umwelt: All’s Well That… Ends?"
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 trickle across his face, sugar sweet and twice as bad for you. ‘What,’ he murmurs softly, ‘don’t tell me you’re averse to […]Read more "Episode 16: Umwelt: Rust in Peace…"
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 flies in a bottle, a funnel of insane black to lock them into place. Steam engines die to silence and the bandits […]Read more "Episode 15: Umwelt: Sweating Bullets."
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 brawn visible in the vee of his grimy shirt. ‘C’mawn get it, sum bitch,’ he mutters at the mad whirl of the […]Read more "Episode 14: Umwelt: Symphony of Destruction"