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The Techne’s Apprentice Ch.1

When he’d begun his training as a Techne, Nicholas had possessed great expectations. How could he not, as a student to one of the great masters of new science and old magic. It had conjured certain images in the young boy’s mind, ideas of the kind of activities he would be engaged with. Long hours … Continue reading The Techne’s Apprentice Ch.1 →

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Trashland Ch.20 – END

Harbourmaster King was accustomed to dealing with problems. His entire job was dealing with them, juggling them, alleviating them, occasionally even solving them once in a blue moon. It was a job that required dedication, focus and the ability to find satisfaction in the little things. Most importantly, it required the ability to let things … Continue reading Trashland Ch.20 – END →

wismerw trashland 1 Comment November 20, 2020November 21, 2020 8 Minutes

Trashland Ch.19

The world returned to Kay in pieces. Jagged fragments of reality intruding on her comfortable darkness one after the other like a broken mosaic. Colors, shapes, sounds, lights, and textures, all of it spinning and crashing around as it slowly knit itself back together to form a coherent whole. Instantly pain bloomed behind her eyes … Continue reading Trashland Ch.19 →

wismerw trashland 2 Comments November 6, 2020November 21, 2020 9 Minutes

Trashland Ch.18

The shadow erupted from the Sea like a geyser, throwing up trash in all directions. It rained down on the Pacific, showering the deck and pilothouse with debris like giant hailstones. Kay flinched away as something flew past her head but managed to keep her eye fixed forward. Ahead, the shadow had fully emerged to … Continue reading Trashland Ch.18 →

wismerw trashland 2 Comments October 23, 2020November 21, 2020 7 Minutes

Trashland Ch.17

For an eternity, everything stopped. The noise, the chaos, even the Sea itself faded away. For what may as well have been forever, there was nothing in all the world save her and everything she had lost. The Atlantic looked just as she remembered it. A long, sleek wedge of metal, bulging slightly at the … Continue reading Trashland Ch.17 →

wismerw trashland 2 Comments October 9, 2020November 21, 2020 10 Minutes

Trashland Ch.16

Kay had never really believed she would die at Sea. She’d known it was a possibility, a likely one at that. The Sea had so many ways to kill even the wariest dredger and Kay had plenty of experience with most of them. And yet, somehow, the idea had never taken root in her mind … Continue reading Trashland Ch.16 →

wismerw trashland 2 Comments September 25, 2020November 21, 2020 8 Minutes

Trashland Ch.15

Kay had never believed in monsters. She’d never had the time nor patience for the old stink’s tales of “unknowable horrors” or “terrible beasts”, all of which were conveniently light on the details. Usually she’d just roll her eyes and walk away. She had plenty of real problems to deal with, thank you very much, … Continue reading Trashland Ch.15 →

wismerw trashland 2 Comments September 11, 2020November 21, 2020 9 Minutes

Trashland Ch.14

The Pacific’s hull shook down to its rivets, the force of the blow throwing Kay from her chair. She struck the floor hard, her chin bouncing off the metal and leaving her lying in a daze, the salty tang of blood coating her tongue. Through the floor, Kay felt as much as heard the impact … Continue reading Trashland Ch.14 →

wismerw trashland 3 Comments August 28, 2020November 21, 2020 8 Minutes

Trashland Ch.13

Jackpot, as it turned out, didn’t do it justice. Every time the claw was dropped into the Sea, it would emerge clutching the kind of treasures that old dredger told stories about. Metals, plastics, glass, machinery of every shape and size. Undamaged computer components with the kind of precision engineering that would cost a fortune … Continue reading Trashland Ch.13 →

wismerw trashland 5 Comments August 14, 2020November 21, 2020 8 Minutes

Trashland Ch.12

The Sea sat calm in the morning gloom. Unusually calm, its surface flat and near still, the churn lapping weakly against the Pacific’s legs. Even the gloom itself seemed thinner than normal, the sunlight notably brighter as it cut through the haze of red and green hanging in the sky. About as close to perfect … Continue reading Trashland Ch.12 →

wismerw trashland 2 Comments July 31, 2020November 21, 2020 9 Minutes

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