"That is a long way to go mister. Some might even say that you are heading for the edge of the world and all."
The traveller smiled, " no friend, over the edge is where I'm heading."
With those words the traveller climbed the steps onto the airship. The first mate just closed his eyes knowing that the captain already took the man's money.
The airship was called Turmoil of divinity, one of the last soul powered cruisers in the world. Sleek forward swept wings with a triangular-shaped prow, the iridescent blue sail of pure power billowing outward as the ship glides into the vast emptiness of the sky.
Where the path leads, I follow.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
when worlds collide part 1.0
Wandering around in the dark has never been a very good idea. These days it has become a very, very bad idea, unless, of course, if you are carrying a big ass gun. Lucky for me I'm carrying two.
The world has gone ass end up as most had predicted, just a lot quicker than anyone could ever have dreamed. Funny that, seeing as it is the dreams themselves that have become the problem.
The beginning of the end was a new craze called lucid dreaming, people could experience there wildest fantasies in the comfort of these dreams. Or so we thought.
the advent of religion and science destroyed the ancient concepts of the spirit worlds that any shaman or medicine man knew instinctively. As we heedlessly stumbled towards our own selfish gains in a world we thought we controlled, things stumbled out.
And they were not our ancestors.
The world has gone ass end up as most had predicted, just a lot quicker than anyone could ever have dreamed. Funny that, seeing as it is the dreams themselves that have become the problem.
The beginning of the end was a new craze called lucid dreaming, people could experience there wildest fantasies in the comfort of these dreams. Or so we thought.
the advent of religion and science destroyed the ancient concepts of the spirit worlds that any shaman or medicine man knew instinctively. As we heedlessly stumbled towards our own selfish gains in a world we thought we controlled, things stumbled out.
And they were not our ancestors.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
"Hey sarge."
"Yeah, Kev." I said, slowly turning away from the edge.
"What are you staring at? Not like there is anything to see anymore, them bastards have taken everything."
I could see the anger weld up behind the words, feel the resentment at the world that has been lost to them.
"Nothing really Kev. Just remebering the first time I laid eyes on a frosty." I said with a rueful smile on my face.
"Sure turned my balls to ice, let me tell you." I said, " I can still feel the creeping cold everytime."
Kev walked over to stand next to me.
"You think we will ever be rid of the bastards?" he asks.
His eyes take on that faraway look that we all know, the longing for what will never be again.
"No, Kev, the best we can hope for is that we kill enough of the fuckers to give us a little room to move."
"This is not our world anymore. Hell, this universe belongs to them now."
I turn around and head towards my gear, this war is not one that we can win.
"Yeah, Kev." I said, slowly turning away from the edge.
"What are you staring at? Not like there is anything to see anymore, them bastards have taken everything."
I could see the anger weld up behind the words, feel the resentment at the world that has been lost to them.
"Nothing really Kev. Just remebering the first time I laid eyes on a frosty." I said with a rueful smile on my face.
"Sure turned my balls to ice, let me tell you." I said, " I can still feel the creeping cold everytime."
Kev walked over to stand next to me.
"You think we will ever be rid of the bastards?" he asks.
His eyes take on that faraway look that we all know, the longing for what will never be again.
"No, Kev, the best we can hope for is that we kill enough of the fuckers to give us a little room to move."
"This is not our world anymore. Hell, this universe belongs to them now."
I turn around and head towards my gear, this war is not one that we can win.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
The Depths of Cold
It descends, swiftly, silently.
The air is petrified with cold, unbelievable cold. The lucky ones die, for the rest of us the terror has only begun. Huddled behind makeshift barricades or trenches we wait in agony.
The cold you see is their herald...
Hell, mankind did not believe in anything but their own superiority. We as a race stared outward to the far reaches of space, hoping, yearning for the voice of another species. Yet it never came, our calls into the void remained unanswered.
Humankind prospered, well some of us at least. We believed in our own might, with our devestating machinery, our weapons.
But it was all for nought, we did not even know where they came from. Within days all major population centers were nothing more than rubble, not burned out, smoking ruins but petrified, crumbling ones. As if time turned beyond measure.
Our first encounter with the enemy was a slaughter of epic proportion, of us. I remember seeing shapes, fingers numb with cold as I fired short bursts directly at the target.
Nothing.
It just kept coming, our weapons were useless.
Demons.
I don't know how I survived.
The air is petrified with cold, unbelievable cold. The lucky ones die, for the rest of us the terror has only begun. Huddled behind makeshift barricades or trenches we wait in agony.
The cold you see is their herald...
Hell, mankind did not believe in anything but their own superiority. We as a race stared outward to the far reaches of space, hoping, yearning for the voice of another species. Yet it never came, our calls into the void remained unanswered.
Humankind prospered, well some of us at least. We believed in our own might, with our devestating machinery, our weapons.
But it was all for nought, we did not even know where they came from. Within days all major population centers were nothing more than rubble, not burned out, smoking ruins but petrified, crumbling ones. As if time turned beyond measure.
Our first encounter with the enemy was a slaughter of epic proportion, of us. I remember seeing shapes, fingers numb with cold as I fired short bursts directly at the target.
Nothing.
It just kept coming, our weapons were useless.
Demons.
I don't know how I survived.
The start to a old promise
For many years I have wanted to write yet have always been too reluctant, or to be absolutely honest with myself, afraid.
Yet the place I always find myself is somewhere far away in the landscape of my mind... my empire. What I have noticed as I wander around is how empty it is, sporadic pockets of ideas and places but no coherence.
And that is how I find myself, drifting around, I have a purpose and a job I love yet I have a need to express this wild, fantastical Multiverse that I have in my head.
So this is the start of a promise I made to Sky many years ago...
I will write, most of it will most probably suck... but who cares.
For Sky, for myself.
Yet the place I always find myself is somewhere far away in the landscape of my mind... my empire. What I have noticed as I wander around is how empty it is, sporadic pockets of ideas and places but no coherence.
And that is how I find myself, drifting around, I have a purpose and a job I love yet I have a need to express this wild, fantastical Multiverse that I have in my head.
So this is the start of a promise I made to Sky many years ago...
I will write, most of it will most probably suck... but who cares.
For Sky, for myself.
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