Currently doing some world building for my next novel, something I’ve not yet done to this extent.

Currently doing some world building for my next novel, something I’ve not yet done to this extent.

Experimental Short: An Axe

The red hot metal splashed with golden glitter as the hammer struck. The sparks numbered in the many, each yellow glimmer that was birthed in fire and died to darkness was a mirror of the individual lives that this one moment would affect.

Let us talk of Jane, who lived on Titan 01, the first outer orbital space station around Saturn’s largest moon. She was the lead engineer who built Titan’s Crown, the largest interplanetary craft that would take human civilisation to the outer most regions of the local Solar System.

Jane’s Grandfather was also an engineer. Mack constructed the largest deep sea base on Earth, though this feat held no real worth besides proving that human life could exist on a large scale under water. The resources and materials required to build the under water base were supplied by the Maxi Hart Corporation and the Hart family of financiers, who found their wealth through oil and coal some generations earlier. When the world thought these resources scarce, the Hart Family argued and proved otherwise, and made money doing so.

John Hart, who founded the Hart Family as a powerful economic force was the son of a small time businessman. At the age of seventeen he owned two stores in New York, an alternative energy supermarket and a second hand goods and antiques store. It was at the antiques store that he acquired some very old furniture made from reclaimed wood. These pieces were made from the structural wood of homes in Europe, and were beautiful pieces indeed. Selling on this furniture would supply John Hart with enough money to buy a stake in an up and coming alternative energy developer.

Another John, back in Latvia, before electricity had come to his home, struck down a tree with an old but well cared for axe. This wood would be debarked and shaven and shaped, it would become his home and the home for his family for several generations. Years after the last occupier had died, would the home be destroyed and the wood would be remade in to furniture by some creative mind.

John’s grandfather, from Latvia, would purchase a new axe from a local Smith. With the axe he would fell trees and process the wood and sell it on for a living. This skill would be passed down to his son, and the son’s son.

The Smith’s eyes reflected bright light as each strike of the hammer fell. Each spark that sprayed and fell foretold the lives that this moment would affect. Each particle of gold and white and red was a life that was birthed and had died. And each life that passed was necessary for a greater goal to be achieved. Be that the lives lost in a factory accident, manufacturing parts for a spaceship; or lives lost in a coal mine, helping sustain a rising population.

The lives lost in the forge were the sparks, and the goal was the axe. An axe that the Smith would never know felled a tree, that created a home, that created a chair, that created wealth, that created energy, that  created resources, that created great feats, that created great people, that propelled great people in to the farthest reaches of space.

Experimental Shorts are works based outside of the writer’s normal scope of genre and ideas, conceptualised and written in under twenty minutes.

Lapin
Lines by Toshinho: http://toshinho.tumblr.com
Colours by Andy Poole

Lapin

Lines by Toshinho: http://toshinho.tumblr.com

Colours by Andy Poole

Wonder Woman, drawn by Pedro Delgado, colours by Andy Poole.

Wonder Woman, drawn by Pedro Delgado, colours by Andy Poole.

Arisia, lines by Randy Green, colours by Andy Poole.

Arisia, lines by Randy Green, colours by Andy Poole.

Experimental Short: In The End

When evil would rise, many a hero would rise to oppose it. The age old struggle between the forces of dark and light. Many heroes would defeat their foe using the power of love, using compassion and reason, and this would quell the darkness for a time.

But evil does not love deeply, it is shallow. Evil does not know compassion, it manipulates and uses others when needed, sometimes resembling a vague familiarity to empathy, an act. Evil does not know reason, other than its own biased sense.

Evil will not bend to these ideas, evil only knows might, and only might can defeat it. A force. A force that knows love, that knows compassion, that knows reason, but a force all the same.

Experimental Shorts are works based outside of the writer’s normal scope of genre and ideas, conceptualised and written in under twenty minutes.

Character lines by Amy Rathbone, colours and background paints by yours truly.

Character lines by Amy Rathbone, colours and background paints by yours truly.

Working on some new techniques. Full piece soon, hopefully.

Working on some new techniques. Full piece soon, hopefully.

A tiny paint study.

A tiny paint study.

Some shots from my recent stay in wild Scotland. Part 4. Like all good English endeavors, it ends in tea.

http://savestraitonforscotland.com/