Could a species develop to the point of say... space travel... and not be overly competitive, evolutionary assholes? Asking for a friend.
The Tightly Plotted Novel
Photo by rikka ameboshi on Pexels.com There is something about a novel that has all its ducks in a row that makes it good... no matter the subject or the intent of the author. I mean, not ALWAYS, but most of the time. I know this is cliché to write about writing on a writing … Continue reading The Tightly Plotted Novel
Wandering
Restlesness. It never goes away. It fades sometimes, especially if I am working on a project, but now that the future is a dystopia of boredom, the restlessness lingers. I miss goals. I miss being optimistic about the future and having these ideas that if I just strive, hustle, put in the work, things will … Continue reading Wandering
Chapter 18
Cana led me to her office. Colm already sat in one of the chairs looking at a giant screen that had emerged from somewhere, taking up an entire wall. There was nothing but static. “What is it?” Cana asked as she crossed the threshold, frowning at the screen of static. “Blocking,” Tirius said from the … Continue reading Chapter 18
Chapter 17
I hesitated because of course I did, not sure what to make of this new situation, but scanning around me at the empty nothingness and knowing nowhere else held answers, I followed Master Cynthe towards the fort, though kept my staff in hand, knives secure about my body. She’d slowed her walk and I soon … Continue reading Chapter 17
Chapter 16
Though we could’ve used a night of rest, the chance of being discovered, along with the tension that now existed between us, made the decision to leave the house an easy one despite our exhaustion. I dropped Colm off in the small town near Tirius’s beach house, staying only long enough so he could get … Continue reading Chapter 16
Chapter 15
Diana told us about her journey with halting words and long pauses. She described a place of stark beauty, of rolling hills dotted with low brush and a wind that felt like ice against bare skin. “He’s being held in a castle, or a fort, something that is made of great pieces of stone and … Continue reading Chapter 15
Chapter 14
We made our way down a fir-lined path to a gamer’s cottage, a two-story building on the river. The door was unlocked, Kieren pushing it open for us and we entered, pausing. If the cobwebs, grime, and general disarray was any indication, the cottage had clearly not been lived in for some time. Dumping the … Continue reading Chapter 14
Chapter 13
As predicted, Colm very much hated my idea. As a sea storm battered the cottage, I explained to him that I needed help with Travelling. “We can’t stay here,” I explained. “We have a little while but eventually the Masters will find us, and they will send Guardians.” Glowering at the bowl of soup that … Continue reading Chapter 13
Chapter 12
We arrived several cycles later, or days as they were called on the ship. I was left alone after my conversation with Cana. I ate in the mess with Colm, most everyone ignoring me and though I was told I could roam the ship, the first time I took the chance, individuals stared, and the … Continue reading Chapter 12
Just One Small Corner 