Lucia Ventures Out From Slepford
Jun11

Lucia Ventures Out From Slepford

part one Weeks and months had passed. The weather was hot and humid which made the stench around the zombies more foul. The uninfected were miserable and bored. There was no real leadership among them; just a lot of talk and finger pointing. It took too much energy to keep destroying the walking dead; they were mostly ineffective creatures so a sort of tolerance had built up. Lucia’s strategy was to avoid or outrun them and only...

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Waiting For You
Jun08

Waiting For You

Waiting For You by Elle Thorkveld You’re driving down a dirt road sipping a coke I’m all alone, housework done my life’s a joke waiting for you waiting for you to come home to me You’re tapping the steering wheel chillin’ to the radio I’m standing in the kitchen wondering where did my day go waiting for you waiting for you to come home to me Now you’re revving your engine While I’m...

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Estelle’s Solution
Jun01

Estelle’s Solution

Estelle slapped her hand at the stinging on her damp neck. The humidity was awful and while the screen doors in the farmhouse were good, what with all the coming and going, some tiny, flying insects were bound to get in.

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Man, Woman and Dog Story Board Collaboration
May18

Man, Woman and Dog Story Board Collaboration

Oona, Elle, Paypabak, Veyot & Neeva write stories inspired by a new series of images from Pearl Grey.

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Lucia and the Slepford Zombies
May16

Lucia and the Slepford Zombies

Lucia angrily stubbed out her cigarette. She reapplied her lipstick carefully. She didn’t really like the shade but no one could be too damned picky these days, not unless they were one of the wealthy, powerful bastards that lived in the pod stations several miles above the earth.

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“Margaret and Me” – A Poem by Pearl
May04

“Margaret and Me” – A Poem by Pearl

Oh my darling brother. I don’t want to stay. I don’t want to go. Here they keep saying that I’m too slow at managing the operating system of this body and the rules for getting ahead in this culture. Or words to that effect. I guess I could leave. I’d just be sent out on another mission to another weird planet with almost incomprehensible beings too soon. I’ve done my mission so well that I’ve been forgotten taken for granted. I would...

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