Some stuff I’ve been working on.
Here’s a free chapter to The Party at the Last Tomorrow, my post apocalyptic homage to Edgar Allen Poe:
Muse staggered her way along the Last Call Causeway, amid the broken rocks and occasional bones. Her brain was screaming at her to sleep. With each step the saccharine synth ploddings and weird blue lights that was part of Hard Harry’s new performance faded, leaving only a dull ringing in her ears and heaviness in her eyes. The granite between the Last Tomorrow and the old dead world didn’t absorb sound well, but it did leave that noise feeling faraway and foreign, like it had happened to someone else.
Muse wondered again what things sounded like under the sky. She remembered the sky. She was only a little girl when the world died, when Darker gathered the Party into the Last Tommorrow deep underground, and closed the Last Gate, but she remembered sky. Sometimes it was blue and sometimes it was red and sometimes it was gray and wet, but she remembered it. And when she felt as badly as she did right now, those memories of a world under the sky instead of under the rock came to her.
It had been forever since she’d felt this bad leaving the Grotto. One time she’d let a junior cutter do her party dose, and she collapsed after a dim memory of dancing on the Grotto floor. It had taken her two full shifts to even regain consciousness, and another to feel ready enough to resume grinding. After that she only let Cutter John dose her.
I’ve also got the first Chapter of another novella called Void on Tablo. If you like that, there’s a second chapter in the sixth issue of Unnamed Journal. You can buy a dead-tree copy of UJ #6 at Lulu, or a digital copy at Amazon.
Also available in the Issue:
- A Freeform rant by Thomas Fitz on the Ghostbusters remake
- The Djinn and the Daesh, by Alfred Underhill, in which terrorists and genies have it out.
Read and enjoy, read-and-enjoyers.