by DMcGirr | Nov 14, 2016 | Nanowrimo, Short Story, Writing
One. Two. Three. Four. They sang their cadence as they marched. The snow remained deep, but the air was warmer in the days now. Or at least it chilled the bones less. They had been outside the city for three days now, marching to some towns that were supposed to lead...
by DMcGirr | Nov 12, 2016 | Nanowrimo, Short Story, Writing
It was a strange kind of science and magic that held a dome together. From the bunkers and hydro farms underneath, to the electric trams above, to the towering housing blocks, to the glittering brass plated steel and glass that bubbled them all in, each had its part...
by DMcGirr | Nov 11, 2016 | Nanowrimo, Short Story, Writing
A colossal crack deafened several men, and outright killed two others. Grenades were flying and bullets zipped past ears close enough to sound like lead wasps. There was an immense firefight, as bodies charged hard held lines, and fell flat on their faces. Taking any...
by DMcGirr | Nov 10, 2016 | Nanowrimo, Short Story, Writing
What was there but your pack? A city was a pack, but it was more like ants. Some mass of creatures scuttling, seemingly uninvolved with each other, but all working together in some small way. They made the place run just by being there, and doing what they were going...
by DMcGirr | Nov 9, 2016 | Nanowrimo, Poetry, Short Story, Writing
It was a half moon that began its slow climb into the sky that night. It rose from the east, first peering through the long dead trunks before hitting clear sky. The stars seemed to part to make space for their majestic king. The light in the darkness spread across...
by DMcGirr | Nov 7, 2016 | Nanowrimo, Short Story, Writing
A low wind blew the loose sand around the camp, sweeping it across the corrugated iron walls of Abel’s shack. His cough rattled loosely as he sat bolt upright, attempting to recall the last time he’d had a drink of clear water. “Tank”, he rasped at the other side of...
