The illustration is finished and colored. I have to say that I am not proud of how it turned out. One version went in a Facebook group for critique and I got a lot of good advice on what I did wrong. The thing is, this illustration, no matter how fun it was to create … Continue reading Nighttime blabbering 334
There will be no video tomorrow. I haven't decided on what I wanted to talk about and I haven't had the time to do it. I am overwhelmed with things to do, text to read, stories to edit, tomatoes to water, stuff to relocate. It's a full day of work so I am really busy … Continue reading Nighttime blabbering 333
The story is ready and sent to the editor for more work. By the end of the month, I will have a story for my Patreon and of course, for the blog. For this month, I decided to try getting my countrymen interested in supporting me, so this time, I will post a Serbian version … Continue reading Nighttime blabbering 332
Time travel paradox Story by Shawn „Protective gloves, check. Vortex proximity drive holding at 3.45 degrees dilation, check. Mars bar, check, and check.“, Jib counted his essentials. „Seriously? You are wearing a plastic wrap for clothing, about to travel million years after the dinosaur got extinct, set up a command post for the incoming … Continue reading Time travel paradox (story and critique)
Time flies fast when you are having fun. I translated the story for my Patreon and I am about to run it one more time to see if I like it before I send it to my editor for further tweaking. If everything goes to plan, this story is going to be a really solid … Continue reading Nighttime blabbering 331
I don't need to say more than I already did in the video. The thing is, I am very satisfied with WordPress and the people on it make it a gem that it is. I'm grateful for the Commanders I've met, all 50-60 of you that bare that title. Since I've met you guys, I've … Continue reading On blogging (video)
The night was the time when a back-alley part of the city came to life. Neon lights, dim music, and black-clad men on the streets, all of it belonged to a subculture of Sectoria. Bums near the trash cans, they only look nonthreatening, but they play a role. They observe what was left of the … Continue reading Phantom generation (full + finale)
Until the last piece of my story comes out, here is a poem that you will surely love. Follow this guy. He deserves it. I am really amazed by the quality and the creativity he has. Absolutely and unconditionally beautiful.
Remember the name: Raptor Patton
A plastic coffin smacked with many ads,
ten-thousand dollar casket for the dead,
“Our dear departed valued customer,
The tragedy of business ever lost.”
A pause, a glance at watch “we are sorry,
To continue fun’ral please pay a fee,
Fifty dollars for fifteen minutes more.”
No sooner paid than lights began to flash.
“Congrats to you our millionth customer,”
The Walmart priest announced through megaphone.
He jumped and danced before the body dead.
“Your patronage receives a meal coupon!”
Rev’rant orgy and sacred, gilded whore,
Driving greed for hollow culture false,
Sell our lives to those for whom no law
Can ever sway the ethics of the sale.
Clubs and shady places worked at night, while the daylight has been used for other stuff. Dave walked straight to the bar, only turned once and see where were the local thugs. Except for the bouncer in black standing at the door and the barkeeper, the place was empty. "Whiskey. The cheapest one you've got.", … Continue reading Phantom generation 3
The message on the phone told him to get back to the precinct. He dropped his phone and rolled over the side. It was a gloomy morning, not like others. With a heaviness in feet, he got to a sitting position. He moved his hair and looked at the numerous bullet scars in his legs, … Continue reading Phantom generation 2