Failed Cities Monologues 22: Truck
Failed Cities Monologues 22: TruckTonight’s the night. Truck’s sharpening his blade to a razor edge, and a chance meeting with the reluctant Detective Klimenko has provided the set-up for him to carve out the[...]
Tonight’s the night. Truck’s sharpening his blade to a razor edge, and a chance meeting with the reluctant Detective Klimenko has provided the set-up for him to carve out the[...]
One unusually warm winter morning, she wakes up and finds that something she took for granted — about the entire universe — has radically changed. It is either the end of[...]
One unusually warm winter morning, she wakes up and finds that something she took for granted — about the entire universe — has radically changed. It is either the end[...]
Tonight, as street preachers poise for war, Rastafarian soldiers pray for battle, and The Stacks prepare for Judgment Day, Sterne is just trying to write the end of his novel[...]
Sometimes things go wrong. Sometimes dead wrong. But for the first time in their storied and bloody careers, Ferus is the one making decisions for The Feral Twins. His strength[...]
A traveling salesman learns that a story or two can help ease the burdens of a post-apocalyptic world — not to mention push a sale or two. But, of course,[...]
A traveling salesman learns that a story or two can help ease the burdens of a post-apocalyptic world — not to mention push a sale or two. But, of course,[...]
There’s no chapter in the Steel Gospel on the apocalypse, but that’s exactly what the street preachers are facing tonight: Their own personal end of times. As blood and fire[...]
You’re not the only one invested in the story of The Failed Cities. The Nicodemus Consortium is very interested in what’s been happening on both sides of the river, and[...]
I’ve heard that the body becomes lighter at the moment of death. Just a little, but enough to measure. As if the soul could be weighed, its departure verified. I[...]