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Memories of a Cyborg

When the explosion erupted, I threw myself behind the cover and glanced over the edge. In a field intersected by hills and trees of a sparse canopy, a red blinker flickered. Clouds darkened the day, and the fog hovered around the crater downed Stratagma fighter jet made. The radar did not show the presence of …

Children of Gliba (story and critique) FREE

Children of Gliba By Shawn   A fuzzy-haired boy slammed a tin plate with a crowbar atop the ruins. When he made a sizeable dent, he looked at the abandoned buildings. The hollow structures whistled with air. He wiped his nose with the back of his arm covered in festering wounds, gazing into the mist …

Children of Gliba (OUT NOW)

Hey, good news everybody. The story is published on my Patreon. It's is available to all tiers, so no matter if you pick the lowest of the biggest one, you get the story and critique, but you also get the cover art, photoshop file with layers, you get the snippet and everything I used in …

Children of Gliba (announcement)

Our cities turned to ruins very fast. Retaliation never happened. Pockets of our civilization are decaying beyond what we can see, or what we have decided not to lay our eyes on. We sacrificed urban settlements to continue the progress. Far from sight, far from the heart, people like to say. And we say a …

System failure (Cage Dunn version)

Passengers rocked with the movement of the train. Most were on the phone, immersed. A chubby black woman looked neither left nor right, stared out the window opposite her seat, and a drunk in the back yelled verses of a song I didn’t recognize. Someone coughed. Everybody glared at the homeless man asleep over four …

System failure (story and critique)

System failure By Shawn   My eyes went over the passengers rocking on the train. Most of them were on their phone, immersed in their problems. A chubby black woman looked through the opposite window, while a drunkard in the back yelled verses of a song I didn't recognize. Someone coughed and everybody looked at …

Memoirs of MBT Arthur (story and critique) (FREE)

I counted 18 425 days since my activation. Time flies when you are seeking the next mission. My front deck crackled above the cooling heart of 1 500 horsepower, while the core status flashed red. Rustling dry grass rippled in the vast dark-yellow field touched by the wind. My filters registered pollution in the smooth …

The Omega Generation (deployment)

Welcome to my blog. I am Shawn and today I will present you a new story on my Patreon. You only need 3$ to read it and also get five more stories for that same value. By the way, the previous stories on my Patreon are now set for the public so you can read …

Immortals (story and critique) FREE

The noise beneath the window woke me up. I pushed the curtains and glanced at the street below. Miller yelled at some poor guy who jumped in front of the car. He didn’t say a word, he just kept staring at Miller while walking away. Bystanders acted unfazed and got moving when Miller showed them …