Author: Aposiopesis

14
Mar
2012

The Pulp (2012-03-14)

The nights grow a little bit shorter now.  The winds blow a little less bitter.  The arctic air threatening to slowly freeze your guts with…

01
Mar
2012

The Pulp (2012-03-01)

Shelter.  That’s all a body could want, this deep into the season.  Somewhere to hole up against the cold, when not clawing needful things from…

25
Feb
2012

Five Years in The Wastelands

The start of the Season of Shelter is always difficult.  Food is scarce, the air is bitterly cold and brutal, and it seems like the…

18
Dec
2011

The Pulp (2011-12-18)

The skies are the color of dark steel, and equally cold and cutting. Scavengers emerge from their hovels only rarely, bundled in whatever rags they’ve…

15
Nov
2011

The Pulp (2011-11-11)

  The full Season of Hoarding has come and gone since I last forced an article out of this battered old word-masheen.  Food has become…