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Apr 2020

'See! That look, right there in your eyes,' he says. 'It's been there right from, I dunno. But something doesn't add up and you know it.'


From the second chapter of my new webnovel, Love Underground. It's about two guys living in a survival bunker during the apocalypse. It's romance, family and a little horror all mixed together.

“Keep your uniform here so you don’t end up smelling like meat sauce all the time”.

Roy focused on the bloody handwriting on the floor and from the corner of your eyes, you could see that he was trying hard not to follow the trail of blood that led to Eight’s mechanical arm.

“Read his case file and you’ll know,” Roy hastily claimed as he scrambled to throw on his military jacket. “There’s no time to explain but I’m going to headquarters and round up a squad to bring him in. If I’m right… and I’m sure I am, then a lot of people including us are in danger.”

For a project separate from my current webcomic:

"I celebrated my new freedom with another bout of crying. It was hours before I stopped and began trudging out of our territory and into the new world."

Really vague, but I'm hoping it'll be dramatic when put into visuals.

For a poem which I have a lot of trouble finishing about life balance:
"Mediocrity so safe; surely, I’ll dare to woe my next chance to fly."

Judging by the small yelps and hisses, his target was stumbling around like a blind man, just like them.

Both boys shut their eyes tight as the sound reverberated around them.

The water suddenly had a current and was washing them along the passage, and then down into the darker depths.

“Good. Now listen, we have to be quick. Kozlov transmitted a virus into my main processing unit through a backdoor. I shut most of my functions down to prevent the virus from spreading but I won’t last very long. You need to do a cold boot to retrieve my memory, clean out the virus code, and insert my chip into your back up drive.”

Daiden formed a small sphere at his aeter source and spun it faster, at a cautious pace. His aeter calmed in its presence and moved to make the sphere bigger, altering form with its increasing volume.

Now it's y time to go to the shed.

Or that’s what he told himself, anyways.

Last line in ch.15 of "Red Shift"

Lucifer, you sneaky little bastard.

Last sentence from a draft chapter (writing a horror anthology): "Her sobs of defeat and agony swallowed up by applause."