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Sleeping Giant
A shadow crept along the forest floor, below thick bushes and twisting around papery birch trunks.  The animals close enough to feel its presence kept their distance, even the wolves and the bears. It stopped at the top of the mountain, where snow blanketed the rocks and a lonely human stood waiting, as promised.  Humans were good at one thing: being a sacrifice. The shadow enveloped the human’s body, taking control of their muscles and movements.  The poor soul, a man plucked from grimy streets, clawed at his neck and chest until enough blood was spilled. The shadow crept away as the blood soaked through the snow to the ground below
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The Rock
Jasmine Isola woke to sunny skies yet again. Her grandmother’s house on the side of The Rock was at the end of the row.  No yard, just a small patio at the front where she parked her scooter, and a terrace overlooking the town and bay below.  Aside from the beaches and a few more vacation homes on the east side, she could see everything from her bedroom window. There was the end of the airport runway, the girls’ school she went to until she was seventeen, the cable car, the bakery she worked at.  When she wanted to go out with her friends, she went to Castemates and was content with it.  Everything. Her grandmother was in the k
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Rotters (The Carrier Diaries II)
There are three kinds of people in the world.  Flesh eating minions of hell, humankind, and those caught between both extremes. The virus that caused society to collapse was designed in a lab sixty stories below Atlanta.  The intended results were not to kill everyone.  Six men sitting around a table wanted a stronger military, better soldiers, and more wars won.  The idea was to chemically change their bodies.  The country’s finest would be essentially immortal. One out of a thousand test subjects carried it well.  The other nine hundred and ninety-nine began to decompose and eat each other before their spores got to the world above.
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The Goreway Girl
In one moment there was bloodshed.  There was chaos and madness across the ruins of a six-lane highway where monsters slaughtered monsters.  It had begun innocently enough, as far as their standards go, with opposing forces on each side of the median, stuck in a standoff until one would make the opening move. There were no good guys and bad guys.  There were the Dogs and the Moths, humans damned by whatever god had hated them enough to do this.  The world had been theirs for decades. What were they fighting about?  Boiling tensions and broken promises were the stories everyone stuck with, but the truth was much simpler.  In a world so expans
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Eclipse Me
The Enoch II was docked after twenty years in low-Earth orbit.  There was a nationwide vote on where the mammoth ship was to be placed for the remainder of time, and the flat salty desert of the southwest came out victorious.  The Enoch I was never landed on the surface.  It blew to bits five hours after launch with one hundred souls aboard. Landing the metal monstrosity was a delicate procedure.  It needed to be brought down at a speed to escape orbit and allow re-entry, but engineers behind the scenes had to figure out how to slow the beast once gravity began pulling it down.  A crew of seventy-five traveled up to the heavens in five shutt
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Monsters Cry Too
My taxi driver is a vampire. You can tell by the rings of red around the centres of his eyes and the cold pallor to his complexion, but also the nubs on his forehead where a set of horns used to rise, curling like the shells of snails.  The Council enforced the Horn Removal Bill to make the creatures docile and easier to control.  Without the horns, they were easier to kill, and with them, virtually unstoppable.  All it would take now is decapitation, and sixty percent of civilians walk the streets armed with ceremonial machetes.  I sold mine for an ounce of cocaine back when everyone was trying it, but the shit wasn't worth it. He only ask
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a world without the moon.
Earthlings were a plague. Once, but not anymore. They spread like ash borers, killing whatever tree they landed on.  Now the trees were planets and the forest was the known universe. It was cause for concern to say the least. With the ability to skim across the planes of space at the speed of light, the Earthlings found places of insurmountable beauty.  There used to be worlds of jungles and deserts and great pink oceans.  In their wake, all that was left was disease, ground stripped to the bedrock and toxic salts. "There is no sentient life on these planets!" their leaders told us.  "We are not killing anything!" But did the Earthlings
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Enter
Enter a meteorite. It has hurtled through space for eons under our concept of time, but the innards of the rock do not measure the moments in seconds or eons. It passes into our atmosphere in the north-western hemisphere (as we know it,  but a meteorite does not take directions), cutting through clouds and bounding towards its final destination.  This resting place is shrouded in darkness now, in a small corner of a busy city where the grass is cut short and the rolling hills are pocked with pits of sand. The crater it leaves is twelve feet wide and smoking. ... Enter John Dorchester. John is a boy of twenty-four and has worked at the B
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Joshua
The tundra was wide and vast, but our lands were just a small sliver of it.  Humans could only range within an area the size of a former administrative territory, once considered large.  Now we fit into the smallest piece of a much larger puzzle.  The treaty signed in blood two hundred years ago had been clear: stay within the lines, and the last remaining humans will irk out a living for a little while longer. Within the five hundred thousand square kilometres were ten colonies of varying sizes.  Whitehorse was the largest with three thousand inhabitants, and Old Crow the smallest with one hundred.  My home was somewhere in the middle.  A l
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Missed By That Much
Scottie Oliver was an astronaut for the one hundred and sixty-one days he spent in outer space.  When he landed in a smoking wreck on a lonely derelict world, he was stranded. The ship had been running smoothly for the most part, but on day 160 there was death.  An explosion in the C bay blew three planetary scientists to kingdom come.  The ensuing suction power of outer space tore a doctor from her station and flung her into the nothingness, with only a thin jumpsuit to protect her. The others said they would meet Scottie at the escape pod after securing some delicate samples in the science wing, but they never returned.  He had no choice
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Sleeping Giant
A shadow crept along the forest floor, below thick bushes and twisting around papery birch trunks.  The animals close enough to feel its presence kept their distance, even the wolves and the bears. It stopped at the top of the mountain, where snow blanketed the rocks and a lonely human stood waiting, as promised.  Humans were good at one thing: being a sacrifice. The shadow enveloped the human’s body, taking control of their muscles and movements.  The poor soul, a man plucked from grimy streets, clawed at his neck and chest until enough blood was spilled. The shadow crept away as the blood soaked through the snow to the ground below
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The Rock
Jasmine Isola woke to sunny skies yet again. Her grandmother’s house on the side of The Rock was at the end of the row.  No yard, just a small patio at the front where she parked her scooter, and a terrace overlooking the town and bay below.  Aside from the beaches and a few more vacation homes on the east side, she could see everything from her bedroom window. There was the end of the airport runway, the girls’ school she went to until she was seventeen, the cable car, the bakery she worked at.  When she wanted to go out with her friends, she went to Castemates and was content with it.  Everything. Her grandmother was in the k
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Rotters (The Carrier Diaries II)
There are three kinds of people in the world.  Flesh eating minions of hell, humankind, and those caught between both extremes. The virus that caused society to collapse was designed in a lab sixty stories below Atlanta.  The intended results were not to kill everyone.  Six men sitting around a table wanted a stronger military, better soldiers, and more wars won.  The idea was to chemically change their bodies.  The country’s finest would be essentially immortal. One out of a thousand test subjects carried it well.  The other nine hundred and ninety-nine began to decompose and eat each other before their spores got to the world above.
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The Goreway Girl
In one moment there was bloodshed.  There was chaos and madness across the ruins of a six-lane highway where monsters slaughtered monsters.  It had begun innocently enough, as far as their standards go, with opposing forces on each side of the median, stuck in a standoff until one would make the opening move. There were no good guys and bad guys.  There were the Dogs and the Moths, humans damned by whatever god had hated them enough to do this.  The world had been theirs for decades. What were they fighting about?  Boiling tensions and broken promises were the stories everyone stuck with, but the truth was much simpler.  In a world so expans
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Eclipse Me
The Enoch II was docked after twenty years in low-Earth orbit.  There was a nationwide vote on where the mammoth ship was to be placed for the remainder of time, and the flat salty desert of the southwest came out victorious.  The Enoch I was never landed on the surface.  It blew to bits five hours after launch with one hundred souls aboard. Landing the metal monstrosity was a delicate procedure.  It needed to be brought down at a speed to escape orbit and allow re-entry, but engineers behind the scenes had to figure out how to slow the beast once gravity began pulling it down.  A crew of seventy-five traveled up to the heavens in five shutt
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Monsters Cry Too
My taxi driver is a vampire. You can tell by the rings of red around the centres of his eyes and the cold pallor to his complexion, but also the nubs on his forehead where a set of horns used to rise, curling like the shells of snails.  The Council enforced the Horn Removal Bill to make the creatures docile and easier to control.  Without the horns, they were easier to kill, and with them, virtually unstoppable.  All it would take now is decapitation, and sixty percent of civilians walk the streets armed with ceremonial machetes.  I sold mine for an ounce of cocaine back when everyone was trying it, but the shit wasn't worth it. He only ask
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a world without the moon.
Earthlings were a plague. Once, but not anymore. They spread like ash borers, killing whatever tree they landed on.  Now the trees were planets and the forest was the known universe. It was cause for concern to say the least. With the ability to skim across the planes of space at the speed of light, the Earthlings found places of insurmountable beauty.  There used to be worlds of jungles and deserts and great pink oceans.  In their wake, all that was left was disease, ground stripped to the bedrock and toxic salts. "There is no sentient life on these planets!" their leaders told us.  "We are not killing anything!" But did the Earthlings
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Enter
Enter a meteorite. It has hurtled through space for eons under our concept of time, but the innards of the rock do not measure the moments in seconds or eons. It passes into our atmosphere in the north-western hemisphere (as we know it,  but a meteorite does not take directions), cutting through clouds and bounding towards its final destination.  This resting place is shrouded in darkness now, in a small corner of a busy city where the grass is cut short and the rolling hills are pocked with pits of sand. The crater it leaves is twelve feet wide and smoking. ... Enter John Dorchester. John is a boy of twenty-four and has worked at the B
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Joshua
The tundra was wide and vast, but our lands were just a small sliver of it.  Humans could only range within an area the size of a former administrative territory, once considered large.  Now we fit into the smallest piece of a much larger puzzle.  The treaty signed in blood two hundred years ago had been clear: stay within the lines, and the last remaining humans will irk out a living for a little while longer. Within the five hundred thousand square kilometres were ten colonies of varying sizes.  Whitehorse was the largest with three thousand inhabitants, and Old Crow the smallest with one hundred.  My home was somewhere in the middle.  A l
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Missed By That Much
Scottie Oliver was an astronaut for the one hundred and sixty-one days he spent in outer space.  When he landed in a smoking wreck on a lonely derelict world, he was stranded. The ship had been running smoothly for the most part, but on day 160 there was death.  An explosion in the C bay blew three planetary scientists to kingdom come.  The ensuing suction power of outer space tore a doctor from her station and flung her into the nothingness, with only a thin jumpsuit to protect her. The others said they would meet Scottie at the escape pod after securing some delicate samples in the science wing, but they never returned.  He had no choice
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The Goreway Girl
In one moment there was bloodshed.  There was chaos and madness across the ruins of a six-lane highway where monsters slaughtered monsters.  It had begun innocently enough, as far as their standards go, with opposing forces on each side of the median, stuck in a standoff until one would make the opening move. There were no good guys and bad guys.  There were the Dogs and the Moths, humans damned by whatever god had hated them enough to do this.  The world had been theirs for decades. What were they fighting about?  Boiling tensions and broken promises were the stories everyone stuck with, but the truth was much simpler.  In a world so expans
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I am 26, living in the GTA and working in the civil engineering industry. Non-practicing Mennonite. I don't write as much as I want to these days, but inspiration often strikes in the most peculiar way.

My first book, published with TheDrydenExperiment with illustrations by Miyori999 can be found here, and is also available on Amazon Canada

My second book, solo and full length, can be found Here

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