The Irish Were Never Meant to Fly

Genre: Steampunk

A monologue

Fake

This came about as a product of being stuck in a car for three hours. Silly, inconsequential story set in an alternate universe in which the zombie apocalypse did not hit and our heroes are (for whatever reason) jewel thieves.

This is serious writing guys

This is a very serious piece inspired by Robert Bloch and also some other authors.

The Fittest: Chapter Two

A/N: As of this post, I'm 2,550 words short of being all caught up with my NaNo counts. Please, enjoy the continued misadventures of Bradford Theman.

Gift

A/N: Definitely not my best writing, but I needed to churn something out to make a count quota for the day. My apologies in advance for any imagery that may be re-used in any upcoming segments. I'm trying to pin down a certain feeling and I just don't feel I've quite hit it yet.

Same setting as my previous two entries, but utilizing a different character. I'll probably post some more of Brad's tale tomorrow.

The Fittest: Chapter One

Trying to catch up on my word count for NaNo. I'm still a few days behind and somehow I always end up writing something entirely different than what I was expecting to. This story takes place much later than "Day 1" as I found myself largely unable to write the fallout that should follow.It's more about nailing the character down than anything.

Day 1

A/N: November is National Novel Writing Month. This is my second year participating in the event and I hope to be able to finish this time around.

I started this year off largely stumped and bogged down by illness. I started a number of stories before settling on this one. Two of the characters belong  to MLS and I apologize for any discrepancies in their personalities. I had to churn SOMETHING out to make my word quota and for some reason, this is it.