Mother has been gone for so long thinks the baby black bear with the sunken eyes looking down from up in the tree, but not in such words of ‘man. He feels this sentiment more than he thinks it; feels it in the hunger which stopped rumbling his tummy m…
Bookmaking log: revised 19 pages of OTR, 383 remaining of step 2 | TBN +1,508 words
Bookmaking log: finalized Flowers, submitted for republishing | TBN +380 words
It is over, small giants; the cycle is broken. We are saved from ourselves, for the foreign giants who bequeathed us the valley in the shape of a crescent moon, the mysterious cloaked beings who stood where a split river rejoined and became one when ou…
The Mad Poet came crashing awake, ears ringing like bells and eyes unfocused. He was weak, his breath was short, and his mind was a shroud of fog.
Bookmaking log: finalized through page 156 of Flowers, 59 pages remaining | TBN +1623 words
Inside The Dome, two beings who once held watch over The Beast engaged in a duel. In their hands they gripped compact cannons, each shaped like broken bows without the strings, each automated like the rest of their blinking and buzzing machinery, each…
Albey saw the planet, a great green orb, a truly endless wood which grew smaller and smaller until it blinked away with the stars floating in the endless black.
The alpha crawdad flees into Monksville’s murky depths, and the hungry mink follows.
Albey coughed himself awake. Through the haze he saw green, a sick green, a glow most ethereal haunting him like a nested dream, a terrible nightmare unending.
