Verity The car climbed the edge of the hill, the slight elevation, wheels clinging, and then it stalled. He twisted the key and the car choked, and choked, and choked. Handbrake crunch and they stepped out of the car, her and the three children. One of the boys asked him why he got to stay … Continue reading The Monsters in our Pockets (V – X)
Shorts (A collection from The Twenty-Something)
I've been quite lazy with my poetry this year, and should really get back to working on it. Here's a collection of short poems I wrote from the years gone by. Wholemeal I'm yeast, stubborn, Down to the soul.Sour, the worst thing Since bread came whole. Forms of Delerium A poem found in Russia (and … Continue reading Shorts (A collection from The Twenty-Something)
Monroeville (Dead Eden)
It’s quiet, but not the quiet you’ve known from roaming empty pastures and dust trails. You hear it, maybe for the first time, maybe just the first time since the collapse, there’s the buzz of power passing under your feet, above your heads. The guns that were pointed towards you are now loose and down, … Continue reading Monroeville (Dead Eden)
Cyberdemons from Planet EX Alpha
Pew pew pew. Ray guns fired the last of their battery packs, but it was no use, the team had been surrounded by the ugly beasts. They roared their roars and laughed their laughs and circled in on the last of the space team. How will the plucky heroes get out of this one? Will they find … Continue reading Cyberdemons from Planet EX Alpha
Pockets of Gold
The funeral, a joyous occasion for some. Her funeral, her royal majesty’s funeral. The dancers danced, the jesters jested, and the king watched his hall eat and drink and sing. The words of classic songs filled and echoed from the stone walls, feet stamping under wooden tables, knees knocking the wood and rattling the plates … Continue reading Pockets of Gold
The Monsters in our Pockets (S-U)
Sam It had been days, he thought. The moment of his life that had made everything else flutter like his stomach, the tumbling of the air through his fingertips as his guts wanted to spill from his abdomen and onto the fresh carpet. He would rest his head, eyes sticky from the days he had … Continue reading The Monsters in our Pockets (S-U)
There is no I in Team
So just to start off, this article is talking about board games, and the problems that face co-op board games specifically. You’re in the throes of an intense game of Pandemic. You’ve just triggered an epidemic and reshuffled, the cards in people's hands aren’t looking too good. You flip over the cards and bam, Istanbul … Continue reading There is no I in Team
The Road / Portal
The Road School Lane ~ 9:57pmThe car hurtles 40, 50, 60and devours;the tarmac, the trees,the white lines that colour betweenbut still the approaching black.60, 70, 80no passenger side Kerouacjust empty metal, and McCarthy,the frame work ready to fightthe next smallest thingand the car hurtleswhere Kerouac’s been.80, 90… no.The engine tries inside its frameand tries, and … Continue reading The Road / Portal
Eaters of the Dead // Mama’s House (Dead Eden)
In this post, I look at a religious faction in the Post-Collapse, and the story of a woman looking to the future. Eaters of the Dead And into the darkness they did tread, cautious and ready. Underfoot, the unknown would remain unknown, the skies would remain the dominion of winged creatures and the seas would … Continue reading Eaters of the Dead // Mama’s House (Dead Eden)
III – Is And Ok (Ali’s Shoe Project)
April whispered underclose into the criesthe hiss of the greatthe line, apple-cheeked comfortshe was a new classthe standard across the worldcapable of her ageshe was tallthe era to stand uprightresembled a preyher tools of battlebuilt by the bleakthe name average after significanther hold had every wondera construction of pulse quickeningan object builtstones to skintimber held … Continue reading III – Is And Ok (Ali’s Shoe Project)
AF Cowlin 