“Probably should have dropped that bomb a little easier.” Emma says as he is throwing up “That’s my fault. I’m sorry.” “They said…” He coughs. His brain runs over dozens of logs and reports in his mind. Thousands of numbers are dragged up from the crevices of his memory. “They said that it would only … Continue reading Last Report • 04
He emerges again, this time with dreams absent from his mind. He feels drained, like someone opened a tap and his energy flowed out of him. His arms weigh thousands of pounds. “I was wondering when you’d wake up.” Emma says. He wishes he could see her, but she is just the AI. “How long … Continue reading Last Report • 03
Formatting in Microsoft word is not fun. Especially not action directions. Proper formatting is my favourite or least favourite thing, depending on how fast I want to write. I have a chronic habit of forgetting which way is Stage Left and Stage Right. Telling a story almost entirely though dialogue has given me a newfound … Continue reading Things I learned from writing my first full-length play.
When he emerges the vat has been drained. The pressure cloth lies around him like tattered rags. His body feels renewed, in a way. His muscles feel like they are filled with water. “How long was I out?” “Three more days. I have been nursing you back to health.” “I can’t remember anything.” The AI … Continue reading Last Report • 02
"Scaring the passengers, Markoff?" Van Baum says as he floats in. "Shouldn't you be on the bridge?" "Well, yes, but that's no fun now is it?" Van Baum looks at the people in their seats then floats close to Alex. "I sedated the Missus over there. She was very very scared." "I thought I explained … Continue reading Excerpt From New Harmony
He emerges from the pressure cloth, choking and sputtering. He pulls it away from his skin, sitting up and out of the stasis fluid. He tries to open his eyes but he cannot see a thing. He flails around, before feeling a pinprick in his wrist. “Don’t worry, it is only an analgesic.” Mother? He fades. Blackness. … Continue reading Last Report • 01
It starts with dirt in the ground, resting dark and dormant. A second passes. A year passes. Within the pile of dirt the shape of bones appear. Forming out of nothing in the darkness, a skeleton takes shape. While rain falls upward the ground begins to shift into something new. It collects in places, hissing … Continue reading Reverse