Nighttime blabbering 334

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 …

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Nighttime blabbering 333

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 …

Time travel paradox (story and critique)

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 …

Nighttime blabbering 331

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 …

Phantom generation (full + finale)

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 …

Phantom generation 3

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.", …

Phantom generation 2

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, …

Nighttime blabbering 330

After a long pause from doing blog stories, I decided to get back to it. Originally, I planned to fo a standalone, but now... I am thinking of making it a series. I am much better at the longer form, you must've realized that by now. Besides, I am going to be busy in the …

Phantom generation

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 …

Nighttime blabbering 329

Um, today was a quiet day. I got up really early and picked the beans in the field. Now they are to get dry in their cacoons and when they are ready, I'm gonna run them over, make the protective shell break and just sift it on the wind to get the good stuff. In …