Virtual Expressionism by Ken

This is a bit I did for my film class a couple years ago. Enjoy.

Rubicon by Ken

Rubicon

He made his way down the hall carefully, ever alert for the telltale swishing of robes. There it was, up ahead. He ducked down a side passage. There was brief glimpse of blue as the figure passed by. Still safe.

            Would they find out, he wondered? Would they find the pillow under his blankets, come running? He hoped to any kind of god they wouldn’t. He was getting out of here, one way or another.

Of What Measure Chapter 4b by Ken

Of What Measure Chapter 4a by Ken

The Dragon and the Spire by Ken

A rather surreal mood piece. Dreams have always fascinated me, by virtue of the fact that anything can happen when your asleep. This story is an attempt to capture the proper feel.

The Pastel Manse Conclusion by Ken

The Unpishtim Part 3 by Ken

The Pastel Manse Part 1 by Ken

This is a side story to my ongoing story "Of What Measure" and features many of the same characters. You could say that it's seasonal, given that it takes place on the Solstice. Enjoy.

The Utnapishtim Part 2 by Ken

The Utnapishtim by Ken

This is the first chapter of my stab at Scifi that petered out when RL got a hold of me a year ago. If you've read "Of What Measure" the main characters name should be familier, but hey, we all have names we like to recycle. I'd love to know what you guys think.

Of What Measure Chapter 3

More backlog. I'm swamped with finals. Hope you guys enjoy it

An Overview of the Yaddith by Ken

Hey guys. This is a bit of backround to those weird little snippets I posted early on. It give a little insight into Nycal's people and why he acts like such a dick. Enjoy!

Of What Measure Chapter 2 by Ken

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Kingsport wasn’t like other cities, especially at this time of night. No one was quite sure how to explain it. The difference wasn’t in the tenements, where artists worked on their latest masterpieces before dropping from exhaustion an hour before dawn. It wasn’t the ocean, lapping at the shore just a stones throw away. And it wasn’t the fog, ever present even on the brightest day, and, so old timers said, brought dreams vivid and powerful. It was all these things.

Of What Measure, An Interesting Time by Ken

This story takes place in a universe that has become know to myself and Richard as Interesting Times. The concept has been with me since high school, and I have several versions of the world and it's characters. This is the latest version. Enjoy

Tear of the Ghlak by Ken, Pt. 2

Short one today!

Tear of the Ghlak by Ken, Repost

Hey dude! Thanks for the comments. I think you might have mispressed a button, becuase those comments appear but the story doesen't. That, said, I'm reposting it. Hope you don't mind

In the mists of pre-history from the end of the Devonian to the fall of the Rock, life and civilization existed, civilizations that could scarcely be imagined. Nations like Pious Nasir, where the Smilodon theocrat in his ruby mask spoke for a god whose sacrament was delusion. So too do the legends speak of the Kled Principalities, and reptilian Raptor Lords who rule them. Bards sing of the flying city of Zura, with it’s lich prophets, and Yaddith, glorious Yaddith, the Empire of the Pole, whose crystal towers pierce the heavens.
It is a history that is not true, but now, let us see what could have been, in the Dreamtime, at the dawn.