A fair point! Actually yes, in part due to a series of craters and subsequent geological upheavals (which I have yet to map), everything west of the Rockies in the northwestern region is pretty much a no-man's land beyond which is only the raging sea. In such forgotten plains may lie many a...
I have been constructing a sort of alternate world gothic wild west setting vis-a-vis an ongoing project, originally a novel, now a comic I am collaborating on with an artist.
This here's a map I've been working on, modified from a pic of an old map I found online (I don't intend to publish...
This is a concept sketch I did for a creature to feature in a sci-fi story I'm working on.
I am calling it a 'nihilomorph' at the moment. The body you see, so cruelly designed with destruction and dismemberment in mind, is only a shell inhabited by the true form of the nihilimorph, a fiendish...
I'm writing a wild-west-themed tale of mystery charged with the supernatural. This takes place in a world which is in some ways like our own, and others very much different.
This is a rather low fantasy affair which perhaps burgeons upon noir on occasion.
The writing is going very well...
I really appreciate the feedback on these ideas. However, I'm really looking for feedback on my actual writings, which can be found on my portfolio or the wordpress page in my signature. Would anyone care to take a look? I'd be really grateful.
Chapter VII
‘Maybe you’re out of ammo, maybe the gun is knocked out of your hand. Maybe you discover what you save in coin buying cheap tin-cased bullets ain’t worth your trusty .45 jamming at the wrong moment. The point is, sooner or later shooting won’t be an option. I’ve seen more...
Chapter VI
‘On the first day, let all feast and make merry.
But before nourishing the body,
Let there be a more generous banquet for the soul,’
- ‘The Prism of Heaven’, Chapter 6: Verse 22
It was by all accounts a fine Sunday meal, though perhaps ‘feast’ was too strong a word...
Chapter V
‘Honor the lawman, that selfless soul who shields his people from all foes.
But armed though he is with iron and righteous thunder, he is only one man.
When his need is great, those of able body and dutiful mind must answer his call of justice,
And stand in arms alongside...
Chapter IV
‘The widespread tales of magicks, monsters, and other such unsubstantiated phenomena find fertile soil indeed in the unlearned minds of the hard-working roughnecks who people our frontiers. It is only to be expected that these unlettered frontiersmen would give such...
Chapter III
“Man prays on top of mountain for seven days, asking gods for wisdom.
On seventh night it rains, and gods tell him ‘Wise man has dry clothes.’ “
- Native Mesconan folk tale
All of Dormis stood clustered about the squat white-washed steeple that served as the local...
Chapter II
'Here lies Antonius of the house of Ricker
who spurned the gods and bore no sons
Let trespassers heed this omen and begone
For the warmth of a beating heart is unwelcome here
- Epitaph of Antonius Ricker
Here was the grave of Antonius Ricker, with its basalt burial marker...
Chapter I
'Let us pray for those who are lost, that they may find their way the sooner
Let our hope be a beacon by which the wayward find salvation
Pray for he who is blind, that by grace he may behold the light
But let he who shuts his eyes be forever damned
Let us pray.'
- Gareth...
Prologue
Marcus had been one of few who could stand boorish Old Man Ricker, but it had been duty rather than friendship that had drawn him on this occasion to the remote homestead where the miser dwelt. For some years, Marcus had been the sheriff of Dormis. So it was that he was one of three...
I really dig that train of thought. I often feel a compulsion to alter my writing in accordance with what I think would be more popular, rather than what I personally would like. I try to suppress that urge, since I figure it probably doesn't make for the best writing.
That said, my characters...