An Exercise: Chapter 3 of a Sci-Fi ThrilIt is 3:55 am, and John Parks is trying to go to sleep at least for those last few minutes. He knows his phone will start vibrating at…May 9, 2020May 9, 2020
Translation of a fifteen-year-old automatic writing piece. “The Soul SurIt begins with a heartbeat and ends with a piece of dirt on my hands, fading into dust, while my decisions take me on paths that I never…Apr 21, 2020Apr 21, 2020
An Exercise: Chapter 2 of a Sci-FiAlex Womack stares at the ID tag. The laminated card seems worn out, and yet, something in its style tells the young man that it is new…Apr 18, 20201Apr 18, 20201
A surrealist dream.It feels like a snowy day, in a high place, under the inklings of my worries. I am made out stone, a simple man, that never caves under…Apr 13, 2020Apr 13, 2020
An exercise: Chapter 1 of a Sci-Fi Novel.John Parks walks up to a bar and asks the bartender for bourbon, neat. The young guy on the other side of the wooden counter asks the…Apr 10, 2020Apr 10, 2020
An Empty Book. [Part 1]I think I never thought it would end like that. At least not how everything turned out. “Not like this,” I remember thinking.Apr 2, 2020Apr 2, 2020
