Music and Wonder

MONUMENTS OF WONDER This newest incarnation of Music and Wonder begins with a focus on ambitious fictive modalities alone, a special emphasis on the Wonder. Music is everywhere. The constant listener finds the treasures.  Thanks for reading! Dixon Tower In which I discover robots have changed my story of the bro detectives. I have been working on this for 12 years now. It is too long to read. The Lune I See The title has something somehow about the moon. Because of a dream I created a shelter and after the world ended, my wife and I lived there successfully, until the plague. Typhoeus (write about what you know) Is this music? Why must it eat the dude? Ghost Study Where do they come from? Where do they go? The Automatic Writing Experiment Epic. Endless. Never ending. I bet you wont finish it. I dare you! My Private Sci-Fi Exodus Mythos: A collection of stories in which the seed of humanity escapes the doom it created when it poisoned the sea and all. There are many complications, for

  It was the night after my father's funeral, there was a light in the sky followed by a big boom, it sounded like it was near and I could not tell where, maybe it was far-ish. I felt a sense of curiosity, but not enough to venture into the darkest part of the gloom on that particular night. Why now? Morning waits. We took the new Rover out, and could find nothing. Then later I heard someone found something, it fell from the sky and made a big hole. They said it was full of treasure, so now we are all watching the skies. Sure enough, another, and another. Then it was quiet. The one I found (everyone is busy with finds, so this one was all for me) was hot to touch, so I made a camp around it and pretended to be resting when they came by to ask about whatever. Once it cooled I opened it up, that was the next morning after. It was full of little odd boxes. I have never seen anything like it. There was water, but it smelled bad. I almost threw it out, but decided to wait. You can only

I am the last one. Everyone here now had not been born when we left Earth, and they want me to die so they can go on with their revolution. I am alone and hidden. How long do I have? When we left Earth we were full of idealism, this was our only hope left.  Everything else had been methodically removed from our future. The Earth was wounded and was forced to push us away. We had exhausted the easy life of harvesting the most accessible resources and were getting deeper into the fringe of survival. The land was fighting back to survive and heal itself from our wounding it. The resources we knew how to exploit so easily have long been exhausted and we have been living off of digging into the landfills and wastes left by our ancestors. The mines and extractive practices ruined the water, the air was ravaged by the burning gasses and just the weather, the sky was a constant storm, life on the surface of the planet was impossible. Our friends the animals were gone. Our sources of food, the