I tag-lined this blog (for twelve months, at least) with the claim that my ever-growing blog, this what you are reading now, bradgarten is “where 2008 is the year of the short story.” And while many of you have been keenly keeping up with the more non-fiction content posted, I’m never certain whether anyone is [...]
Fragments of something larger? Whatever. If it was supposed to make sense to you, you’d understand it…
“There is Grass here!” She is surprised. “But…”
“It is contained. It has been here a very long time. One might almost say it has been tamed.” His hands are clasped, hung gently at about the height of his [...]
Fragments of something larger? Whatever. If it was supposed to make sense to you, you’d understand it…
I’d like to steal a boat and float down that river someday. I’d like to drift on out to the coast, passing direct from the city, nodding by the rolling grasslands, skirting under the boughs of trees grown [...]
Fragments of something larger? Whatever. If it was supposed to make sense to you, you’d understand it…
The apprentice puzzles. “What do you see when you look into the night sky?”
“I see nothing. I see perpetual darkness. I see a black void.”
Thoughtful pause. “If there is nothing to see, why look?”
“The first [...]
Fragments of something larger? Whatever. If it was supposed to make sense to you, you’d understand it…
Flapps Bridge stands ancient and is half-sheeted in panels of colourfully oxidizing iron alloys that give it a pre-Tempest era aesthetic. The North Congress spans the breach between the low industrial lands surrounding the Dokyards and what is [...]
Fragments of something larger? Whatever. If it was supposed to make sense to you, you’d understand it…
A squat block of quarried stone (one of thirty-eight) serves today as a table for a seller of (precisely) eight knobs of polished tin, four empty essence primers, eleven neatly tied bundles of steel blades, three cartons of powdered [...]
Fragments of something larger? Whatever. If it was supposed to make sense to you, you’d understand it…
An airship should only touch ground when it is there she intends to stay. We built the city’s main passenger terminal with out hearts bent to the rigor of just that philosophy, a spiral structure of modern simplicity [...]
Fragments of something larger? Whatever. If it was supposed to make sense to you, you’d understand it…
Toes hanging over the edge of the stone pier, his are hands tucked into his waistcoat pockets and a sour look is upon his face. “How far do the trawlers need to go these days?”
“It is a four [...]
