I am at war with myself. Constantly trying to resolve the fractured portions of my personality into a coherent whole. Caught eternally between the person I am, the person I was, and the person I could be. Why do I feel the need to fit neatly into one of society's boxes? To find the perfect... Continue Reading →
I haven't always been this way. Once upon a time, I was just a normal apprentice, hoping to become the next ship's mechanic. I was rubbish, but that didn't kill my dream. I tinkered long into the night, struggling to grasp what made all these machines work. Then one day, Eratosthenes was born. I hadn't... Continue Reading →
I am so close to being able to masquerade as an average human being, and yet so far.
The tavern was unusually quiet and peaceful. Only a few shadowy regulars haunted the corner of the bar, but they had started blending into the decor ages ago. The joints in Beatrice's leg were decidedly creaky, but she hardly noticed. Something else was brewing, she could feel it. The red warning light flashing in the... Continue Reading →
So, I thought I'd try something new. Hope you like my waffling about childhood fears. https://youtu.be/F4lXBDsmnLA P.S. I think I've figured out my Pooh character. I'm Christopher Robin.
I don't know how I get myself into these situations. One day, I've got a perfectly legitimate job repairing customs automatons, the next I'm smuggling counterfeit robot puppies for the crew of the Flying Dragon. Okay, maybe those two things are related. It's not my fault that automaton developed a crush on me! "Why couldn't I... Continue Reading →
Please tell me I'm not the only person who has random pretend conversations with people in their heads, complete with facial expressions and hand gestures. Never mind, you don't have to tell me, I already know. Everyone does. Well, maybe not the hand gestures bit, but you get what I'm saying. What I don't think... Continue Reading →
“Aife, are you sure this is a good idea?” Eratosthenes squeaked in my ear, steam escaping from behind both his ears with a loud hiss. “See? Even the lizard thinks it’s a bad idea!” Sgt. Reynolds rumbled, tires skidding on loose gravel, “I realize we’re low on funds, but this is a disaster waiting to... Continue Reading →
So, I just finished reading a book about Nathan Hale, and I have a lot of feelings. Most people just know Nathan Hale as America's first spy, and that he was caught and hanged. We were taught that he said he regretted he had "but one life to lose for my country", and don't go... Continue Reading →