Nice rule, now enforce it

source Sunday, April 4th, 2029. Hello, kids of the future, this is Aveline writing to you. Nothing much has changed since the Grabers broke out of labs in North America and started eating humans. Grabers

Angelica picked through the mountain of detritus that was like sand beneath her feet, her grabber arm tossing aside the useless parts as her goggles scanned each individual item for scrap that was actually

I am sharing a drawing and a story from 2 years ago, created for a game of some kind, but never used it for it

Yes, an actual fiction-book review for once!

Survival is one thing, rebuilding is completely different.

A talk about my start into the annual NaNoWriMo challenge. 1 month, 1 manuscript.

It's the choices we make that shape lives. Including our own.

Gonna have to admit, I forgot I had this. 2018 was just another terrible year, not much to say about that, I stuck my head in the sand and pretty much waited till it was over. Emerging however it became

Roy Tucker lay in the morning snow. Clouds of breath curled from his thick, iron-grey beard. A flurry of white whispered down from black-bellied clouds, coating already over-laden branches. Melt-water

Lynn Lamb is the author of the post-apocalyptic Survivor Diaries Series, Opus of the Dead Series, Mechaniclism, and The Oxymoron of Still Life. She is also an independent filmmaker, graphic designer, and

Her father chose her name from a book written in the old language. She never knew what book or what it meant but she was fond of her name as her father passed so soon after her birth. Mina was finally

From my wallpaper folder #147

From my wallpaper folder #144

It wanted to stay out of the nexus for as long as It could, but It’s break was almost over. It got up on It's titanium skeletal legs and waddled across the asphalt to the hatch. The hatch swung open. Ignoring

Here is a helmet I made to go along with my sword I posted earlier. I may or may not add to it later, but I think it is pretty much done.

Here is a post apocalyptic sword I built today. The best way to make something look like it is good for a particular purpose, and made in a particular situation, is to have it actually be that. To that

There was something wet beneath my cheek. Wet, cold, and slightly scratchy. I took a deep breath, and the smell of earth clogged my nostrils. I opened my eyes and saw a thick cluster of pine trees, vertical