Six years ago I had this idea, it was crazy at first, and became even more unhinged as it progressed. For that idea, insanity was born upon a road. This blog is that road. This twisted road of madness. Fitting that Friday the 13th is the day we celebrate this journey. Let us see how […]
And we are BACK!! What does this mean for you, me and the walls of Jericho? Who knows, but what I do know, is that the world is constantly changing, and the pandemic that has gripped ours lives so vividly by the throat, has created many a new detail to deal with. 2020TOO is not […]
What a year it has already been, surely we are almost into 2021, and some sort of freedom from the disaster 2020 has been, right? I can’t believe that the year, a year where I thought new horizons would be a grand design, has shat itself so terribly. Jobs have tumbled, wealth has nose dived, […]
Welcome to 20/20, the concept, not the year. Let me help you understand that statement, with a short explanation. Sometime ago (more than a handful of months I’m sure of now) I decided that the journey I took 4 years ago to broaden myself within the field of writing wasn’t exactly what I wanted it […]
Greetings my darkened friends, it is some time since I sat and talked with you about things of the mind’s nature. The time from these shores has been sparse, yet plentiful. I have sailed many seas, and saw many a great thing, but the sea kept shunting me back towards you, my fleshlings. So, as […]
The first Dark Stars book has finally found its way into the world, with an awesome cover by Yazgar (as expected). This one is a different kind of path for me, compared to the normal twisted roads style I like to keep myself lost in. This is what you would earmark as a space opera […]
Greetings from the darkened shores of my twisted roads, it’s been sometime since we last spoke, how are you? I’m sorry I haven’t called in a while, but I promise that is going to change as we progress through February. If you’ve been visiting regularly over the last week (because nothing much else has […]
“I never dreamed it would be like this, I never knew these sort of feelings could be possible.” Talrone says with a bemused smile planted across his face. “Seven centuries of constant ridicule as the Far’Zk’Khan relentlessly hunted mankind down like dogs. Seven centuries where your species have almost become extinct through the known universe. […]
As the engine explodes in a mess of reds and blues, Lakcin feels his body melt away around him as if a powerful sedative had just been injected into his blood system. His ears pop with static, a voice screams his name then nonsensical words spin round on a loop, somehow stuck in his head. […]
“If we were to hit their dive plate, we could cause a chain reaction that in theory would destroy it completely.” “Do you think you can get us there in one not so perfect piece?” “I can try, but with our shields being as they are, I cannot give you….”
He slides the knife across the table. ”Here’s what you’re going to do,” Marcus Hisses in Joseph’s ear. “You’re going to take that knife, and you’re going to cut that tiny thing between your legs off, and then admit all the vile things you’ve done because you believed you could!”
“Your body grows weak human. I can see your mind trying to find leverage, trying to find a way to defeat me. But there isn’t. So stop this pathetic attempt, and give me the key to Ma’Klars Belt. I promise your death will be quick!” Kar’Vel says through clenched teeth.
Talbert pulls back on the controls as the ship dives. The force of the rupture ripples out, tearing into the ships shell like a hammer, as wave after wave strikes it. “The controls aren’t reaponding, the hijacker is out only way out!” Dylan screams, as they trade an uneasy glance.
“The holes in the defenses are so obvious from this side the mainframe. They masked our side with a subroutine that looped randomised code to fool it into believing it was still operational,” Ketch says moments before a high-pitched scream rings across cyberspace, causing his avatar to pixelate and derez.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Sam says as he drops the bag, it’s contents tumbles from it as it hits the floor. Zack looks at the wad of notes, then up at Sam. “You screwing me over Sam?” ”No way dude, I’d never do that! Especially not on Christmas!”
“She said, he said, they all said! That’s what I’m fucking sick of! Every fucking time without fail, you two just bitch and moan about everyone else, like you’re just fucking ignoring how shit your lives are just because you think you’re better than everyone else! Well today it stops!”
“It’s what they said happened anyway, and no one else was there so we had to believe their story,” Felmore says as he pulls a cigarette from the packet and lights it up. ”But that’s the problem, it’s a one-sided story. No ones ever wondered if Cohen was actually innocent.”
“I’m staying!” Clavet yells, dropping to the ground. ”For god sake man it’s suicide, can’t you see that? They’re dead, and if not they’ll be dead soon. Don’t throw your life away over guilt, it was us or them!” ”That’s the problem, it was never us, it was always them!”
As the stars slowly fade from the sky Tasman turns to Sophia and squeezes her hand tightly. ”You know when I said I’d love you until all the stars in the sky faded, I was being metaphorical, right?” He says, smiling uneasily. ”I know, and I love you too Owen.”
“Watch your tongue human, for I have bathed in the blood of entire civilizations for less,” Gungell hisses, as he skulks his way within the darkness do the cave. ”You’re no longer the great warlord history makes you out to be. So I’ll watch nothing!” ”Then, let us revisit history!”