27.1.15

SIRED BY STONE SNEAK PEEK






Prologue:
Changing Spots
 
Adeshka: three hundred square miles of stone and steel kept standing by grime and stink. Ugh, it just had to be here.

Before stepping off the curb, Margaret Mallencroix pressed her mask to secure the seals. She couldn’t imagine going around without filtration. The air was faintly green, and even with the mask on, the city’s reek slithered in.

Garbage juice, burning tires.

Autos treated the traffic lights as suggestions. Once in the street, she could go barely more than a step without a vehicle barreling past. She felt invisible, which she wouldn’t mind if she weren’t bumped so often. Hasty pedestrians wore a mad kaleidoscope of clothing: spider-silk robes open to reveal deflector vests, taped boiled leather, chainmail hoods paired with slippery satin tracksuits. Some, either brave or daft, walked the rubbish sprinkled streets barefoot.

Someone jostled her again.


Yes, I do hate this city, Margaret decided.


17.10.14

"Woman by the Window" -- A True Ghost Story

Just in time for Samhain, a true story about my two experiences with ghosts. Working on Rusted Heroes, a mix of fantasy, western, and horror and involves a flurry of undead things and spirits and spooky whatnots, got me wanting to write about more spooky whatnots. And I figured, hey, I've seen some ghosts. It's almost Samhain, and I enjoy repeating myself, so yeah, anyway, I've only shared these stories with friends in the late hours when ghost stories -- for some reason -- always tend to be swapped. I don't know why that is, or why ghost stories or stories about bear encounters tend to freeze a conversation onto that one topic for the next eight hours, but oftentimes, funnily enough, unlike almost every other topic, everyone's got a ghost story. Still, I really enjoy how you can have an exchange with somebody about everyday crap and only half-listen while they talk and they only half-listen to you (don't be ashamed, we all do it), but when it comes to ghosts -- man alive do get someone's undivided attention. Maybe for you single people out there, that'd be a good first date thing. "Hey, beautiful. Tell me, do ever see any--" pause to buff nails on lapel "--dead people?"

Maybe not. I suppose it's better than asking, "Would you like to see some dead people?" and then backpedaling with, "No, no, ha-ha, I meant ghosts. Not like corpses. I meant we should go ghost hunting or something. See if we got any of that ESP thing, you and me. I don't have any corpses in my basement. Or attic. Or freezer. Or anywhere. I mean, my house is totally corpse-free. Where're you going?"

So, forward, these are true stories. Seriously. If I was making it up, I'd gladly say so; it's what I do, after all. After the jump, prepare yourself . . . for the "Woman by the Window"!


14.10.14

"Into Dusk"

Hey, all. So this is Into Dusk, a short film I co-wrote. I promised I'd share it soon, and that time is now.

Into Dusk - Short Film from Jason Ho on Vimeo.


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