Free Fiction Fest

Some stuff I’ve been working on.

Here’s a free chapter to The Party at the Last Tomorrow, my post apocalyptic homage to Edgar Allen Poe:

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Muse staggered her way along the Last Call Causeway, amid the broken rocks and occasional bones. Her brain was screaming at her to sleep. With each step the saccharine synth ploddings and weird blue lights that was part of Hard Harry’s new performance faded, leaving only a dull ringing in her ears and heaviness in her eyes. The granite between the Last Tomorrow and the old dead world didn’t absorb sound well, but it did leave that noise feeling faraway and foreign, like it had happened to someone else.

Muse wondered again what things sounded like under the sky. She remembered the sky. She was only a little girl when the world died, when Darker gathered the Party into the Last Tommorrow deep underground, and closed the Last Gate, but she remembered sky. Sometimes it was blue and sometimes it was red and sometimes it was gray and wet, but she remembered it. And when she felt as badly as she did right now, those memories of a world under the sky instead of under the rock came to her.

It had been forever since she’d felt this bad leaving the Grotto. One time she’d let a junior cutter do her party dose, and she collapsed after a dim memory of dancing on the Grotto floor. It had taken her two full shifts to even regain consciousness, and another to feel ready enough to resume grinding. After that she only let Cutter John dose her.

Read the rest and the first chapter for free at Tablo.

I’ve also got the first Chapter of another novella called Void on Tablo. If you like that, there’s a second chapter in the sixth issue of Unnamed Journal. You can buy a dead-tree copy of UJ #6 at Lulu, or a digital copy at Amazon.

Also available in the Issue:

  • A Freeform rant by Thomas Fitz on the Ghostbusters remake
  • The Djinn and the Daesh, by Alfred Underhill, in which terrorists and genies have it out.

Read and enjoy, read-and-enjoyers.

Nature is Trying to Kill You.

That’s the polite version of this entertaining screed, by the self-declared SciBabe.

By the age of one, how many times had modern medicine saved your ass?

What about by the age twenty? How about now?

How many times has nature tried to kill you? Strep, staph, weather, tsunamis, all the vaccine preventable illnesses, tooth decay, allergies that range from life-threatening to “goddamnit, it’s spring and the trees are fucking,” and whatever the fuck Gwyneth Paltrow is getting stung by bees to cure.

And the goddamn flu.

Without modern medicine, how much worse off would your life be?

Read the whole thing.

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And now, some Tolkien Nerdery…

First, the same chap who cheekily questioned Aragorn’s claim to the throne of Gondor lists the Most Metal Deaths in Middle-Earth. From the Feanor entry:

While Ecthelion, Glorfindel, and Gandalf all bit the dust fighting individual Balrogs, Fëanor died in battle with a platoon of them. Not only that, his spirit was so fierce it incinerated his body as it left him. That’s so metal I am literally crying as I write this.

Good stuff, and I agree with his number 1 choice.

And I don’t know why I haven’t linked this before, but it’s sublime.

Tolkien wins, obviously. The Master is not to be trifled with.

Birther Trump is Not a Birther

So, I was at the gym this morning, and in between sets I tend to gaze up at the TV. The one closest to me always has MSNBC on, which is fine, as it’s good to absorb the framing of the other side (for the record, I’m a declared Gary Johnson supporter, but I’m not very happy about it, which is sort of defeating the purpose. But some rictus in my soul wants not to vote for Trump, and every time I consider doing that, he says or does something that makes me realize that he’s a Democrat in GOP clothing, and I don’t want to vote for the more-tolerable Democrat in the race). And the crew on Morning Joe were discussing Birtherism, and seizing upon it as the way to upend the narrative of the last few weeks. The gist I got from Joe et. al was that The Donald had refused to admit that President Obama was born in the United States, that he was still a birther.

So I get on twitter, and I check on things, and I find this link to the Trump Campaign’s press statment on the issue.

Now, when you read it, you will likely be a) rolling your eyes, b) laughing in admiration, or c) both. Basically, he puts Birtherism on Hillary (which is true, her gang started it in 2008), and credits himself with bringing the issue to a close by forcing Obama to release is birth certificate.

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But that’s not what’s important to me. What’s important to me is that the statement, released yesterday, contains these words:

Mr. Trump believes that President Obama was born in the United States.

Now, either the derps at Morning Joe don’t know this, in which case they suck at their jobs, or they do know this and are ignoring it, in which they know what their real jobs are: soulless Outer Party flacks in the business of denying reality for the sake of their Inner Party masters.

I mean, I know they’re a prog network, but this is the willful contradiction of evidence right under their noses relevant to the topic under discussion. How the hell do you even do that?

Of course, I didn’t watch the whole thing, so their may have been one of those “he said it, but he didn’t say it in such a way that satisfies our fine sensibilities” dodges. So I am prepared to give them the benefit of the doubt as regards the sophistication of their sophistry.

This election…

Welcome to the New Weimar Republic

German Neo-Nazis putting the boot to migrants.

It’s not surprising that this happened. Nazis, neo- or otherwise, don’t like immigrants. That’s their thing.

What’s surprising is this:

But police said the asylum seekers started the confrontation – and later hurled bottles at the police trying to save them from a beating.

The migrants picked the fight, according to the police. Maybe they did, maybe they didn’t, but the police said so. Which tells us something about the police – they were prepared to spin fact against the migrants, or they were prepared to tell the truth about them, rather than waffling and saying “oh, both sides were reponsible” (Granted, this is a british journalist’s interpretation of the event).

Remember, these are Nazis we’re talking about. Germany has extended a significant degree of psychological effort to expunge Nazism from their consciousness. Der Polizei, as agents of the state, could be expected to have a bias against the Nazis, to assume that they started the fight. They’re Nazis. Nazis start fights. That was their thing in the Sturmarbeiten, Horst Wessel Weimar days before the Little Moustache took power.

But no, the cops say that 20 migrants picked a fight with 100 Nazis.

That means something. I don’t know what it means, but it means something.

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