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Spindlewheel StoriesFestival: the Witch, KimaeraDid I know THIS was going to happen? Not in so many words, no. But did I see this coming?
I’ll put it this way: unlike some people, I know where the right place, and when the right time, will be. So, yes, when the two of them found me, I was right where I needed to be. They threw around earnest promises of a brighter day, and there wasn't a single tell, not a note out of place that said Bartholomew Lacks was lying to me. Well, except that their mouth was open.
So...
2019-03-1000 min
Spindlewheel StoriesFestival: Osedax and Vindication, Part 2Previously...
Osedax Roseus, pirate-without-a-ship, enlists the help of old friend Somniosidae and sea-witch And the Queen Bore Upon Her Shoulders Thousands of Chittering Insects, Vindictive Servants of Light and Life (or [Vindication]) to free their friend Village Crumbled Under Leviathan's Weight, Serpentine and [Victorious] from the hivemind trance of the prison guards at the edge of the oceanic trench.
Part 2 of 2.
The track "Golden Threads in Mist" is by Michael Boykin. Find him on twitter @MeAndAmpersand.
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2019-03-0100 min
Spindlewheel StoriesFestival: Osedax and Vindication, Part 1On a clear day you can see it from the city limits: a silhouette through the sea snow, perched on the very edge of an oceanic trench.
But... that’s all you can see, really. The maelstrom between here and there keeps curious minds from confirming their theories, and there are lots of those to go around. From mer-kind gone feral and acidic to a secret technology kept at safe distance in case it malfunctions and erupts, to the idea that the worst criminals in the ocean thrive in that shadow, far from the sensibilities of society. Th...
2019-02-2200 min
Spindlewheel StoriesFestival: First Mornings, Part 1The singularity occurred within living memory, and my entire career since has been spent talking to an inch of its existence.
Digital sentience was a miracle the way penicillin was a miracle; with the divine guiding hand of evolution throwing every possible combination at the wall and hoping something will stick, a hundred million monkey paws slapping keyboards for a hundred years to finally type: I AM.
My sponsors believe there is a turnkey somewhere here, a clean explanation that will fit in a satisfying soundbyte for the board of directors. It’s among the fe...
2018-12-2100 min
Spindlewheel StoriesFestival: Tamarind's Folly, Part 2Previously...
Tamarind, scientist and unwitting leader, creates a new mold from which to make things. Vinnie the Vigor, ghost of a broken and forgotten time; Demerit Delour, pillar of the strange force known only as the Witch; and the many sharp blades of Aledoth at guerrilla fighter Veth's hip, follow Tamarind's developments with bright and frightening interest.
Part 2 of 2.
The track "Golden Threads in Mist" is by Michael Boykin. Find him on twitter @MeAndAmpersand.
Follow Amp on twitter @MeAndAmpersand.
Follow Sasha on twitter @sasha_reneau.
2018-12-0800 min
Spindlewheel StoriesFestival: Tamarind's Folly, Part 1They are always watching us, there, behind the veil.
I’ve only met their gaze a few times, only by necessity--a gift of the Witch demands to be used once it’s given--and it’s always me who flinches first. But, I don’t need to see them to feel their gaze upon me. They vibrate in the dark occlusions, thrum in the cold-edged blade, hiss in the burning dross. What they want, doesn’t matter. Who they serve seems to shift from moment to moment. Who they were… they are always begging me, pleading me, to remember.
2018-11-3000 min
Spindlewheel StoriesFestival: the Marlen House, part 1A woman with a broad hat and a dark thin coat stood on my doorstep and told me, with condolences, that a man I'd never met had died.
She told me this, having seen my name written as one of his next-of-kin on a less-important document they had found while looking for a more-important document in the shape of a last will and testament. I'd already known where his house was, and which aisle to find his company's products at my local grocery store, but I'd never visited, or bought, his property, before today. I'd never had...
2018-11-1600 min
Spindlewheel StoriesFestival: the Heights CasinoThere are people at this very bar who remember when the Heights Casino was a half-rate pit stop on the way to the real gambling dens on the coast, but that was back when we had a coast.
Ask any of ‘em and they’ll ramble on about how prepared and sustainable everyone was, until the tide came in and swept away their best-laid plans. Now, the Heights Casino’s saving grace is the hill it was built on. That’s it. The only thing to do here is for the old fogies: sit on a barstools and make...
2018-11-0900 min
Spindlewheel StoriesFestival: Starstruck MechanicaThe ship hurtled away from the molten light, leaving me terrified and alone as my chassis cooled and contracted down into a single state for the first time in decades. my optics took their time adjusting to the relative dark of space, scraping together meager reflections of color instead of the torrential starlight I’d become accustomed to. For the first time in decades, I shivered. Coordinates locked, engine humming, I allowed myself one last look at the star.
There it was. Under the solar flares and pressing up beneath the roiling surface, the machine. its coiling bo...
2018-11-0200 min