“Rootwork”
After a lost soul awakens in a rotting forest Deep in the groves of Southern georgia with no memory of her death, she crosses paths with an ancient tree spirit that promises her answers to the questions that torment her.
Working Title
He didn’t resist when the drones came. There was no point. The evidence would’ve been absolute—the mimic script, the data echo, the time-stamped credentials of his mother’s clearance key…
Black Seeds
The Earth had burned behind them—its atmosphere shredded by solar storms, its oceans swallowing what remained of proud, naive cities. There were no survivors. Other than the 200.
The Writing Process
For me, it is less of a specific practice or method of writing and more of a ‘scream into the void, and wait to see what screams back’ approach.
My (Humble) Rules For Writing
Tips and tricks and other shit
Why I Write
You were give a name before you were given a voice…
Escape From Death Row
The air in Jamar Phillips’ cell hung thick as old soup—buzzing with heat, stinking of rusted blood, mold, and sweat-slicked fear.
Unknown
I feel my synapses spring into action and my vision clears. This thing. It moves in spirals, but also in waves. Teasing. Testing. Teaching. It feels, almost, familiar.
The One Who Hears The World Speak
The cold of cryosleep clung to her bones like ancestral grief, stiffening her joints and quieting her breath.
Chapter One: No Choo Choo For You
By the time I see her, the day’s already gone sideways. She just ain’t realized it yet.
ENTER THE VOID // a return from horizon
Your first memories after death are going to be a little hazy. You shouldn’t worry too much over that; shouldn’t expect too much of yourself. The Void takes pieces from everyone on the journey over. It’s a part of the process.
The Structure of a House is Solid
Chapter 1: Digging Trenches
Chapter 2: Footings and Foundation