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THIS IS LOVE COMING CHRISTMAS DAY
Greetings, one and all. Some of you know I'm an independent filmmaker in addition to being an indie podcaster. This summer I made my first feature,...
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Do Other People (A Short Film)
In 2020 I was diagnosed bipolar 1 after suffering a psychotic breakdown. Before that event and subsequent diagnosis I always thought I was just a "...
THE DRINK OF A BROKEN EARTH
Nobody remembered when the sky first turned the color of burnt pennies. Some said it was the factories, some blamed the wars, some whispered that t...
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Dragonbone Alley
The rain hadn’t stopped since sundown. It ran in silver veins down the narrow backstreets of Mong Kok, where neon bled into puddles and cigarette s...
THE QUIET ROOM WANTS WHAT IT WANTS
The house arrived on a flatbed in sections, slid down the throat of the cul-de-sac like a coffin eased into its slot. When Ezra signed the papers, ...
Scales of Vengeance
Rain drums like static across paper lanterns, painting the night red and trembling. Inside the Dragon Palm Dojo, a hundred fists rise and fall in r...
Wolverine: Rust and Ruin
The night smelled like iron and wet ash. Logan stood in the alley behind a burned-out tenement, rain dripping off his jacket, pooling around his bo...
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Whiskey Suns and Asphalt Dreams
I was an unlicensed weather system when the sun crawled over Las Vegas like a jaundiced tick, and the air tasted like burned coins and motel chlor...
The Echo Room
Evelyn arrived at the research facility long after midnight, her breath crystallizing in the air. The place was a concrete labyrinth — no windows, ...
Ashes of the Fleet
The fleet had broken in the sky. Fire still rained in streaks, burning trails across the night like the heavens themselves were bleeding. Of the t...
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Ashwood: The Marrow Hunt
The Ashwood was never quiet anymore. The trees whispered with the dry rasp of infected lungs, the ground crawled with the stink of rot, and the win...
Red Sky at Dawn
The sky bled crimson over the ravaged lands of Yomi-no-Kuni, a parallel realm twisted by ancient wrath and the sins of gods. The trees here grew wi...