Author: Aposiopesis
This all happened some time back now, on the 51st day of the Season of Shelter. I’ve been trying to keep it secret from untrustworthy…
No Pulp this week. Only pulp happening here is the bloody masses I keep coughin’ up. Writing anyway. Writing and drinking. Takes my mind off…
The Season of Revival seemed to seek nothing but punishment. Late ice storms, snow storms, and general coldness keep scavengers bundled up, even as the…
Half a decade of existence is no small feat, no matter what it is. For a Second Life estate — where regions and communities come…
The Digger wrote up the basics of how all this started — the dead girl, the key, the stones, her weird tattoo, the Courier,…