SwitchWitch or at least that is how Stephanie wants to think of herself, is staring in to the mirror. She is not looking at herself, no, she is watching her Agent device interface with the smart glass, showing her the look options she has for the day. Images are flitting in and out of existence,…
For anyone paying attention to these sorts of things, you will note that I have published this in both the Fiction and Non-Fiction categories. I have done this because I am going to be relating an event that actually happened in my daily life; however, I am going to try writing it from the perspective…
I present to you the prologue and first two chapters of the story I am writing. This post is a bit longer than my usual, but I wanted to include the introduction of two main characters. Let me know what you think. Prologue: Now, on the road. It is the night of the first…
In a lush field somewhere in the Chinese interior there is a butterfly. Not necessarily a beautiful butterfly, but pretty enough to gain the attention of a little girl. The girl smiles the smile of a child who has just discovered the meaning of life. She wants to grab the butterfly and keep it forever.…
A truck backfires, for a moment drowning out the rumble of distant traffic. The grass is soft and moist, cold yet yielding; the smell of the dew far outpaced by the smells of the city; dirt, sweat, rotting food, rotting flesh. Steam rises from the sewer grates cascading across the landscape, obscuring the buildings a…