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A furious rain of shattered stone pelts my back and shoulders. Huddled behind a decapitated lion statue, I cover my head with bruised, soot-covered arms and bite my lip until it bleeds, gagging on the stench of smoke and superpowers.
The echo of the explosion fades and the last chunks of debris clatter to their final resting places. A hush falls over Justice Square. Despite the pain, I’m cheesing like a pizza.
My diabolical fucking plan is working.
|What I Write||
Mostly near-future sci-fi and/or fantasy with social and ecological themes. These days I’ve been fiddling with a new genre, let’s call it “altruism punk.” Good people being good to each other… Because there’s too much of the opposite in the real world.
Someday soon, I hope.
My goals for this year’s Write-a-thon are to write at least four out of seven days each week. I plan to revise a story honoring a dear friend and start working on an idea for a nonfiction book that I’ve been thinking about for a while now.