Monthly Archives: February 2011

“Liarskin”

  like the ratsnake I have pulled back old skin but I am still a rat … Advertisements

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“Old Bones, New Sins”

  my old bones ache for you  in a pile, in a cave, in a jungle, older than the sickly green sun that shines upon it … they remain unbleached, waiting for you to drag them from the darkness and let … Continue reading

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The Serial Experiment Part 4

“Stitches Coming Undone” ~  Ash Lomen Tommy soon found out why the humans hated Stitchmen so much. Stitchmen were damned hard to kill, perfect for labor… but even better for revolution. Blood on the streets and not an ounce of … Continue reading

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“The Serial Experiment: Part 1”

  After you read “Factory Boys” you might want visit Garrett’s blog and find out the idea (and the game) behind this story (“Factory Boys” is just the name of a ‘chapter’ if you want to call it that). as … Continue reading

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“Factory Boys”

“Part 1. Factory Boys” (Part of an ongoing story with Garrett Cook) By Ash Lomen   Tommy the Stitchman sat, baggy saftypined pants spread out like a dress, on a little corner in a big factory town named Steamroe. The time-forgotten, … Continue reading

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“The Black, The White, And The Hatless”

“I’m fuckin’ dying here man!” ~ Mr. Orange … “I’m fuckin’ dying here man!” Set screamed out before he made his final move. The boy’s swing was hardly even a proper punch; the wild haymaker was instead more akin to an … Continue reading

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“The Green Man”

   By around dusk most of the space-junkies and mobsters had all backed away from Filio’s Diner, gone back to their filthy hammocks and pill-whores on the lower decks of Sector 4 just as soon as Mr. Mosley’s face lost … Continue reading

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“Dog Bites Soul”

“Dog Bites Soul” By Garrett Cook and Ash Lomen ——————————————  My gun, a beaten old military issue with my father’s blood crusted like old paint on the butt, jammed at the very same second I realized shooting the poor old … Continue reading

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