Life is essentially what you make of it and I have found writing fiction is not only challenging, it can be a lot of fun (and a lot of work!) I write in an adult vein and I am neither worried about sacred cows nor do I shy away from the dark side of homo sapiens. I have worn a lot of hats over the years and I like to think each new experience has something to teach as you grow and flourish from the input. I currently live in NW Ohio.
he passage of time is unnoticed by it as it appears and disappears at random but its existence will soon change. The rift was only the size of a sewing pin but then it materializes in the event horizon of a singularity (a black hole). It can't really be destroyed but it can be altered if conditionjs are extreme enough. It becomes curved in upon itself as it forms a Möbius Strip and begins accreting matter colliding with it. When it collides with the black hole, the explosion causes it to wink out of existence...
...only to appear somewhere else but it is now of a relatively huge size (around five centimeters of #2 pencil) and has gained its own gravity well.
It takes time for it to determine the boundaries of where it finds itself but it overcomes every obstacle in its way. It is unable to escape from the elevator shaft but it takes over the shaft, the elevator devices connected to it and all other accesses into the structure where it resides. There will be little warning as the thirty plus floors of luxury and bureaucracy become a scene of cross dimensional and cross time hell.
The passage of time is unnoticed by it as it appears and disappears at random but its existence will soon change. The rift was only the size of a sewing pin but then it materializes in the event horizon of a singularity (a black hole).
It is unable to escape from the elevator shaft but soon the TSC will become a dimensional hell where most anything can exist... i
While finding a lot of humans with similar mutant features to his might be counted as a good turn of luck, Hiram (or Evil) has a different opinion. The madman controlling The Revenant is beyond even insane. When Hiram is prevented from leaving, he decides to seek his missing wife and canine companions...and if he isn't paid weredebt for his wagon, then those responsible will pay in blood...
Though the cVc is now a bitter memory , Evil has still managed to complicate his life; while a gendog walks at his heels, there is a woman by his side When Jheriam decides she wants to return home, Evil is willing to oblige her but if he had known what that meant...he still wouldn't have changed things. Evil was certain regarding one fact; no matter how crazy people were, there was always worse..
Series: The Spiritlands, Volume II.
Price:
$6.99 USD.
Words: 204,760.
Language:
American English.
Published: August 13, 2012
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Categories:
Fiction » Fantasy » Epic
Are you any better off than you were before? That depends...
For Torvii, things could be a lot better. The Aelfen want him dead and the city won't let him earn a living...
Yvhenni will brave an evil beyond comprehension to prevent her slow death...
Temnil Thom once more roams the land in the name of his God looking to gain more power.
And the Gods still use the lands as their litterbox...
Peshawar, Kharan and Hazarganji are only skirmishes in the war that will come to be.......
Isaiah now knows where his family is held captive but simply rescuing them isn't possible because his enemies know of at least some of his weaknesses.His dark side is now fully ascendant and though he can't rescue his family directly, there may be a way to twist the mindset of Islam against its followers...
It has been over twenty years since the incident in Utah and a lot of things can change...
SWR has reined in many of its scattershot experimental processes and though incineration and confinement still occur, they happen a lot less. One end result is a scaled down version of Project Vision; Bright Eyes are a commercial success...
Isaiah Roberts is at peace but life is always dynamic in scope....
My name is Hiram E. Schwerin and I am a trader; I travel the wastelands looking for things to sell or to trade for the things I need to survive. It is at times a thankless and dangerous profession but rotting away in some settlement for what coin an employer will give you sounds much more dangerous to me. I use my middle name now though it is an insult of sorts.... They Call Me Evil
In perhaps another time, the Spiritlands would have been a thriving place to live with its massive sward and room for many,but it was not to be. As an aftermath ofthe Spirit War,the dead exist with the living, the Gods still tamper with the land, and there is now too much power loose in the lands versus a paucity. Only in places with sufficient numbers can the hordes be held at bay...
Welcome to the twisted earth that arises from the wreckage of a global war, a place where the modern exists with the anachronistic, where fiction is dogmatic fact, and where facts are often disavowed with a vengeance. The Chusann Empire is the product of the new reality versus the exception. The Chusanns strive to gain the fabled place of Hyannisport to gain the favor of thier gods...
Earth in 2090 is either a utopia or a dystopia depending on who you are. For the Normals, life is free necessities plus more idle time than is healthy, but for a HumaNet worker, life isn’t too bad. Not only do HumaNet workers get to work, they have personal kiosks for their needs. If you are a BioWire like Girard Destier, you are essentially at the top of the heap...
Welcome to a unique sort of personal hell tempered by human malevolence at its worst...
When you are profoundly blind, your cares are as minimal as the limited opportunities you have but Isaiah Roberts has learned to live with his disability...most of the time.
When a research facility reveres Josef Mengele as a visionary versu a monster, it is almost guaranteed that something bad will happen...