The Amberg

  By 1944 the Polish resistance has been crushed. Half a million of Warsaw’s citizens are dead rotting in destroyed building or in plain sight on the street. The survivors of what was once a vibrant cityscape scurry about like vermin in a living nightmare. They look for any way to survive, but know death is …

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Primal

    This is primal. Think prehistory. Of living in a cave. Of staring at the star dotted sky. Of trying to understand the sudden explosive glory of a comet and the lunacy of living on a gravity well in the middle of a gas cloud only ninety-two million miles from a controlled nuclear explosion. …

Happiness

And on that day the chicken knew happiness. He waited a long time to be picked up again and know that feeling of love and acceptance of seeing beauty beyond the coop. And when that day came and he was lifted up by that same boy very much older, he was not scared, he knew …

Sisyphus

    Millenniums have passed. Every day the same burden. The wicked hot sun above him beats down on his shoulders as he pushes. The skin on his back is cracked like baked mud. It breaks and bleeds when he starts his efforts each day. His feet are muddy with blood soaked dirt. Sisyphus feels …

Malice

There in the dark is a great malice. It is bent upon the small group of adventurers. She is a hungry malice. A malice within a fierce web, biding it's time, waiting for one of the fools to stray, get caught so she can attack. Hunger brays inside her giant black body, the anticipation is …