Cover me with hands of hail,
Envelop me with storms,
Embrace me with arms sheathed in ice,
Winter be my form.
Envelop me with storms,
Embrace me with arms sheathed in ice,
Winter be my form.
Tuesday, 14 April 2015
Friday, 3 April 2015
00:30
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Hi everyone!
My short story, Memory Leak, makes an appearance in the April edition of Beyond Science Fiction magazine, along with a wonderful selection of tales from other great authors. The blurb for Memory Leak follows:
Can you remember the last movie you watched?
Check the issue out here if you are interested!
My short story, Memory Leak, makes an appearance in the April edition of Beyond Science Fiction magazine, along with a wonderful selection of tales from other great authors. The blurb for Memory Leak follows:
Can you remember the last movie you watched?
Nieko
can't. Not just the name; she has no recollection of the scenes, the
actors, not even the basic plot. This isn't an anomaly either; she
can't seem to retain the memory of any movie, TV show, or other
digital media she watches. The doctors are clueless, and her
classmates are ruthless. High school is not the best time to be
different.
But
there's something more to Nieko's 'sickness'. The doctors say it's
not uncommon, yet there's nothing about it on the internet. The
medication they give her only makes her forget more, not less. And no
one is willing to give her a straight answer. None of it makes sense.
Reality itself seems to be broken.
Nieko
has no idea how right she is.
Check the issue out here if you are interested!
Saturday, 28 March 2015
01:30
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Important PSA: 2008 was 7 years ago. Kids born then who are now attending school do not know a world without iPhones, a world containing CDs and CRTs and internet incapable of streaming video. The concept of dial-up and floppy disks are alien to them. Facebook has always been an ever-present part of their lives, dictating their social status and interaction. Phone calls are an ancient art to them, employed only when Skype, Twitter, Facebook, Snapchat, and SMS prove insufficient. Waiting more than five minutes for a response is excruciating, obeying the strictures of correct grammar and punctuation is a waste of energy.
And these children hold in their hands the tools that will shape humanity in the next generation and beyond.
What form will it take?
And these children hold in their hands the tools that will shape humanity in the next generation and beyond.
What form will it take?
Tuesday, 10 March 2015
01:24
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Ideas are like sand: Abundant, yet insubstantial. Apply sufficient
concentrated heat, and you can forge glass: Brittle, but beautiful. Reinforce
with a steel frame and layers of laminate, and you have yourself a window to
another world.
Monday, 9 March 2015
01:57
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When you live every day trying not to forget
Every second that's slipped by, life is naught but regret.
Every second that's slipped by, life is naught but regret.
Friday, 6 March 2015
Saturday, 24 January 2015
00:30
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They say:
Don't be a pessimist,
But the
whole damn world's a rotten mess.
And I
find no comfort in a lie,
When it
changes not the end: We die.
They sell
opinion with fact facades,
Like
Prada bags and Magic cards.
The 'real
deal' they proclaim with smiles,
While
fangs betray their cunning wiles.
"You're
different: you're wrong, you illiterate pig!
"Can't
you see I'm right? Just check out my sig!
"I've
been here years; I'm a veteran, son.
"So
listen to me: this argument's won."
Survival
does not equal smarts,
True
wisdom is a product of more than its parts.
They can
stand by tradition and wear timelines on their sleeves,
Slip on
rose-tinted glasses with the changing of the leaves.
Doesn't
matter: I don't buy it; the past is dirt and dust,
Living
life looking backwards and venerating rust,
Holding
fast to what is better buried six miles deep.
Turn
around! Death is knocking: your life is going cheap.
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