Well... another year with nothing to show. That changes tonight. I've been inspired by a few things I've read lately, as well as a plethora of music and art.

This won't just be a short story. We're talking several short stories, linked together, through different people and the subject itself.

Lovecraftian fiction. And no, it isn't about C'thulhu. That doesn't mean that he won't pop up through reference and such, but I want to focus on another facet of the mythos...

I start writing tonight, I'll likely finish the prologue pretty quickly. After that, I need to type it up and edit it out. Give me a day or two, but you can start looking tomorrow afternoon.

I'll be writing again soon. My pens suck right now; I hate bic pens. Most of you know what I mean. I can't write with a PoS tool. I need the expensive stuff.

Give me a week to cash a check and buy something appropriate.

New story uploaded. This one's a bit more violent than my others, though, as usual, it follows my train of thought uniquely.

Two of my most recent stories. I have more, but my fingers are tired.
I'll probably upload one a day for the next few days. As noted, criticism is appreciated and encouraged. If, however, you suggest something puerile or just plain idiotic, I'll make sure you know.

So... my job gets boring between peaks, though I love it and adore the atmosphere. I brought a note book along with me today, mostly just for sketching and such.
Little did I know that I would eventually began jotting ideas, ideas that turned into rants, and rants that eventually became short stories.

So I have new stories. Probably four short stories, two rather oblique rants.

I'll probably post them tomorrow, since some motherfucker (named Kyle) ate the last piece of pizza that had my name written all over. I'm kinda annoyed, so I'm not in the mood to retype all of these.