Random poetry and the occasional drabble or dribble of other short random thought from the depths my somewhat bemused brain, or possibly Brian if the schizophrenic misspelt pseudo entity that lives up there is up to his old tricks... poems from the Tardis like halls of my head. No genre is safe...
Michael was created by the team of the skilled Dr. Lawrence to be the first robot to simulate human emotions with perfection. Dr. Charlotte DeLanne is part of this team. She considers her life to be finally perfect: a great job, a loving fiancee and the biggest launch of her career with the Michael Project. However, s...
A collapsed global economy. And a world gone to hell. People going postal. There seems but one thing to do: cave in to the Herculean pressures, or use them to transform from the human to the transhuman. So is born the Renaissance types of the early 21st Century. One in particular, Robin Baker, may be destined to le...
Long ago stood the kingdom of Requiem, a land of men who could grow wings and scales, breathe fire, and take flight as dragons. Requiem ruled the sky. But Dies Irae, a tyrant leading an army of griffins, hunted Requiem's people, burned their forests, and shattered their temples. Requiem fell. This ancient land now lie...
I am a predator. Humans are the prey. I feed off their fear as they drown in my arms. But life didn't used to be this way. I wasn't always half-human and half-fish. I used to be one of them. A human. This is my story.