Stories, essays, and art for those who still believe imagination can light the way.
Art & Illustrations
Visual companions to the stories—frontispieces, experiments, and early studies as I grow my skills week by week.
“FOLLOW HIM!”
For a breath, Nadia Lin stood rooted, the restaurant noise and motion stripped away.
She could not distinquish where she began and the genetic changes ended
She could not distinquish where she began and the genetic changes ended“FOLLOW HIM!” For a breath, Nadia Lin stood rooted, the restaurant noise and motion stripped away.Now, I am not given to conspiracy theories. But I do notice patterns.“I’m not a cruel person…”A family retreats to a cabin in the mountains to wait out the end of the world”Everything is a mystery until you understand it.”She clung to the wall like a spider by her hands and toes over nothing.“What does it make you want?” he asked, attention on her like a beam. “More,” was the answer that slipped her lips, almost unbidden.There was the friction. A flash in your eyes—not fear, but resistance. You turned slightly away from me, touching your jacket like a totem.“I want you to come in. Just for a while,”They met in the café because it was public enough to feel safe yet anonymous enough to disappear afterward.Selene was still tracing the logic of her defeat when the alert window popped up on her screen.“Nobody came out here. It was the last place anyone would look.”“The sound rose again—crying now, unmistakable.”“She stepped into the chamber where the water waited.”“To know this thing was to invite it.”“Deactivation was scheduled for 15:43:00. A technical procedure. Routine.”“The handrail warmed beneath her hand. Finely calibrated. Perfectly matched to her skin.”After she was gone, Elias stood in the doorway for a long time, watching the ash close around the house, weighing on it.
About the Art
Much of the artwork here is exploratory and created as part of the weekly storytelling challenge. Each piece serves as a visual compass—something to set the tone or hint at the world a story belongs to. Over time, as the archive grows, so will the art.
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