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 5, 2016 | Nanowrimo, Writing
Such beauty was rarely beheld by human eyes. Great swathes of vegetables growing bright and vibrant. Waves of grain stretched as far as the eye could see. He turned his palms downwards while walking forwards letting the husks brush against his palms. Their hard...
