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05 Apr 2019

FICTION: POST-APOCALYPTIC SCI-FI SET IN SF, PART 6

The Spike (Begin at the beginning of the story here) A titch later we’re drying off by a burn barrel, pretty high up on the cliff face, and the Seertlekimmie is telling me about the harvests. The rays and octopus are coming in more and more, but landin’ a whale’s

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29 May 2018

Fiction: Post-Apocalyptic Sci-Fi set in SF, Part 5

Part Five Jump the Shark (Begin at the beginning here) The next day I go to see the Seertlekimmie. He’s up and about, putzing around the dock and even though he ain’t lookin’ so hot he seems in good spirits. We stroll around the docks, a sprawling maze of rickety

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10 Jul 2024

This Literary Magazine Release Party Will Be Epic!

The Huge Release Party for the Literary Magazine In case you haven’t heard, we just put out an incredible literary magazine called The Dreams I Dreamt: Letters to San Francisco. It’s a gift to San Francisco, where 19 of The City’s best authors and poets – writers with SO many

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15 Mar 2018

Post-Apocalyptic San Francisco Sci-Fi: Part Four

Part Four Fancy Pants So I go up to Deska’s house. As a council member she gets to live in one of the old houses. It’s not made from scraps of cloth, driftwood, and piled stone, not like most of the city. It’s real timber with real windows, not just

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01 Mar 2018

Fiction: Post Apocalyptic Sci-Fi set in SF, Part 3

Chapter Three “Devil’s Teeth” By the time the peaks of Devil’s Teeth start to loom on the horizon, the sky is a thin strip of pink and red being squashed by a dark block of purple. Getting closer to the cliffside settlement, the orange plastic fences point me towards the

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26 Jan 2018

Fiction: Sci-Fi set in SF After the Apocalypse, Part 2

Carlos Zephyrson (Or How Rock and Roll Survived The Apocalypse) Chapter Two Zephyros Returns (Click here to start at Chapter One)   The doc leaves me alone in that cold-ass room in that damn ridiculous dress. Strange lights are hummin’ in the ceiling and the faucet’s drippin’. I hear people

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