It was dark as I walked along the waterfront. Thick fog clung to the widely spaced lamp posts like a lover’s lingering touch. My thoughts lingered in another life, and it took a force of will to pry their grip from the throat of more painful times. I moved my gaze from the pool of […]
Tangled vines and brambles mounded up from the ground, nearly blocking out the sun. Humbled before this mass, Chelle could only gape. An enormous set of double doors had been set into the otherwise natural accretion. Bound in bands of brass, the massive slabs of oak easily doubled Chelle’s height. Despite the howling wind, steady […]
I move, and the lens moves with me. It never wavers, never hesitates. In graceful arcs it predicts my movement. It knows, truly knows, everything important to know about me.
The new episode is out now, HERE! This week, hosts Sam (@MCPepperpockets) and Brendan (@FreakLabMishap) talk about future projects, creature acting, and our brand. We stream our other podcast, the READ/WRITE book club, tonight at 8pm EST at http://www.twitch.tv/AccidentalOrigin Brendan also broadcasts his weekly writing stream every Sunday, at 12pm EST at Accidental Origin.
Welcome to INPUT/OUTPUT, a podcast where Sam and Brendan have a stream of consciousness chat about whatever’s been interesting them that week. This episode we talk about webcomic, The White Board; crazy 90’s TV show, Art Attack; fake coffee cups, and Hellboy. Normally we alternate weeks between READ/WRITE and INPUT/OUTPUT, but this week is the Easter […]
Welcome to INPUT/OUTPUT, a podcast where Sam and Brendan have a stream of consciousness chat about whatever’s been interesting them that week. This week we talk about AIs cooking humans, Final Fantasy, and outer space (plus lots more). Normally we alternate weeks between READ/WRITE and INPUT/OUTPUT, but next week is the Easter weekend, which means […]
Icy spray struck Haldor’s face as he looked up at the sails. Beside him, Jutta looked on with equal awe. The longship sat, suspended on plinths of concrete and steel. Though the oars no longer moved, they could both hear the crashing waves echo in their memory. The ocean beat against the shore behind them, […]