Friday, April 19, 2013

Work In Progress 4: Mask

The tongue may, or may not be taken from some large beast and then mummified. It may have strange powers or particular ritual significance.

I have about a dozen of these things nearing completion...

Monday, April 15, 2013

Index: Friday Flash Fiction by Garrisonjames

Friday Flash
by Garrisonjames

The goal is to post a brand new piece of flash fiction every Friday. Most flash fiction clocks in at under 1,000 or 2,000 words, but can be as brief as 365 words, 101 words, 140 words, five or six sentences, even just six words. There's a lot of room for experimentation and exploration.

The Friday Flash meme is hosted by the nice people at the Friday Flash website. Sometimes I use the prompts, or I use other prompts, other times I don't use any prompts. It all depends on my mood and the phase of the moon.

You can find out more about the challenge, and what stories are available each Friday by clicking over to the Friday Flash G+ Group..

Stories are listed from Newest to Oldest.
Thanks for taking a look.


Chemistry Lessons (1)
Posted: 8/28/15
Silas and the Patchwerk Girl, a story from Wermspittle.


Posted: 7/30/14
Some family resemblances run deeper than mere appearances. Inspired by a writing prompt from Ganymeder.

Bacon and Eggs
Posted: 4/4/14
Rustling up grubs in the deep dark below...

Smoke and Mirrors
Posted: 2/28/14
Human life isn't necessarily cheap in Wermspittle, but it does have a price...

Making the Rounds
Posted: 2/14/2014
An alternative viewpoint to Cutting Loose.

In An Obscure Wood
Post: 2/12/2014
A group of soldiers wander out of a war and into the weirdness along one of the Cold Roads leading to Wermspittle.

Cutting Loose
Posted: 2/7/14
Madness is in the eye of the beholder; but which one is the reflection of the other?
Part One   Part Two   Part Three   Part Four

Bleak Prospects
Posted: 1/31/14
A brief moment in the life of three young Foragers...

Bitter Morning
Posted: 1/11/14
Vorthrid wakes up to a harsh new reality after leaving Idvard's Keep. Maybe he can make a new life for himself here along the Inner Ramparts...
[A continuation, of sorts, of Bujilli: Episode 47]

Of A Feather...
Posted: 4/12/13
A girl out to avenge her brother's untimely death discovers that not everything is as she assumed or believed. Sometimes the greatest challenge one can face is the lies that blind us to a particularly painful truth.
This story is a spin-off from the on-going Bujilli serial set in Wermspittle featuring Gudrun (whom we haven't seen since Bujilli: Episode 21), and Sharisse (last seen in Episode 33), and taking place sometime after the events of Series Two.

Forbidden (001)
Posted: 4/12/13
Gabrielle is cut of from her group by a freak gritstorm on Alshain-4. She discovers an Obelisk. Then the ground collapses. At least she's out of the storm...

This may or may not develop into another serial.

Posted: 12/7/12
A quick little bit of robot SciFi dealing with identity, mythology and mob violence. Always a winning combination...

Posted: 11/30/12
A Wermspittle story, this time dealing with the creation of the Jewel of Souls...

Better Than Worms
Posted: 11/9/12
Valg is out hunting worms in the midst of a blasted wasteland when he discovers something far more interesting than just a few scraps of wriggly-meat...

Valg first appeared in Option 3 of our second Scenario Seeds: Obelisks post. He may show up again.

Posted: 11/2/12
There are monsters. This guy deals with them on a regular basis.

Empress of Wastelands
Posted: 3/22/12
This isn't strictly part of the Flash Fiction Friday thing, but it is one of my first forays into writing Flash, and it may well be the piece that caused Wermspittle to come all together, at least in part.

Friday, April 12, 2013

Forbidden 001

On an archaeological expedition into the smoldering wastes of Alshain 4 funded by the Corvus Foundation, one overly curious young girl finds herself separated from the rest of the expedition by an unseasonally harsh gritstorm. Caught by surprise, Gabrielle Abrams is lost. Cut off from all communications. She's on her own. Good thing her parents taught her well...

The storm howled wildly all around her. The ground before her was swirling up into the air, lunging at her, tearing at her. The comm unit was one long, whine of static. Useless. Her envirosuit was degrading faster than it could heal. The grit in the storm was lacerating the silicanamel down to the carbon filament undermesh. The air-filters were clogged or torn to tatters; she was on recycled air now. She took another step forward. At least she thought it was forward. She couldn't tell any more. The storm was disorienting. Intimidating. She never really knew what elemental meant before.

The caves ought to be close. She was sure of it. The GPS was asking to be reset. Useless. The downloaded map in her headsup flickered like a bad cartoon as the suit's servers tried to update it but could not latch onto a datafeed. The compass was spinning as if in synch with the wind. Probably magnetic particulates in the dust. She needed to reach some sort of cover before the storm sandblasted its way into her suit. That would be an ugly, not to mention painful, way to die.

"Not today. I didn't come all this way to let a stiff wind stop me. Not now." Especially not when she was so close. So very close. The words helped. A little. She was determined. It had taken her a lot, cost her a great deal to get here. She wasn't going to let a storm drive her away. For her there was no going back.

So she forced herself to keep walking.

One more step.


There. Another obelisk. Just like the first one. She touched it. Solid. Heavy, dense stone of some sort, some sort of mineral that had endured these kinds of storms for centuries, possibly millennia. It had a greenish cast to it. Green over gold.

Her left filter panel ripped loose and flew away in the raving winds.

The cave was not far from the Obelisk. Not far at--

The ground gave away.

She slid down, tumbling through grit and gravel.

Until she stopped.


Darkness claimed her.

To Be Continued...