Nanowrimo ‘17: The Terns

Janet was about to thrash away everyone in her vicinity when she saw the father Tern crushed into the floor. On top of him, using fingers protruded with needles to pierce deep into his skin, was a lady who looked like she’d taken herself apart just to shrink herself down. She proceeded to perform a …

Nanowrimo ‘17: One Month

Inside the sparse hideaway the shattered porcelain of the cup was reflected in the splintered bone clustered to the corners of the room. Uneven rings of acidic-coloured fluid tinged with deep maroon coated the floor and bones as if a chef of olden times had drizzled it generously to make the bland interior more appetising. …

Nanowrimo ‘17 – Cup

His smell of his sweat felt like it was decaying in his nose. Geoff had been sat in the same room for over an hour now, quite how far over that hour he had been shaking was unfathomable. Copper, Yeti and Wolf had bolted the door shut and left him sitting on this hard-sprung mattress …

Nanowrimo ‘17: Noon

He wished he could ask how old she was. Geoff suspected the Wolf was either originally much older and had been aged backwards or the reverse. She looked on him with curious, deep brown eyes, yet to be filled with life, but she shook and quaked like Yeti did. He similarly had a juvenile physique …

Nanowrimo ‘17: Barry

Barry rubbed his face, smearing more of the soot away to reveal streaks of black and rusted metal. Upon closer inspection Geoff could also see the green of corroded copper in place of Barry’s left eye, though most of the covering had disappeared beneath the skin and later modifications. He chewed his lip, visibly stewing …

Nanowrimo ‘17: Scrapyard

Geoff contemplated what his own upgrade might look like. Never before had he considered becoming robotic, and even now it was purely from a desire to fit in, a survival instinct to conform. Percy and Matilda had chosen their adaptations for very practical reasons, yet all Geoff could think of was aesthetic - a scarier …

Nanowrimo ‘17: Zoo

As Geoff ascended the scrubland to the upper Savannah he felt the arid heat tumbling onto him in sultry clouds, and the sound of whirring and grinding bones. The adaptations were nearby. The first emerged to the right of him, which meant he only saw the extent of the repairs when they adjusted their descent …

Nanowrimo ‘17: Geoff

Geoff was difficult. If this otherworld has a consciousness, Geoff was the complex in a world otherwise content with its sense of slapdash barbarianism. Despite the ways it had torn him up, he could not bring himself to be the same strength as everyone else. What had been done to his brother Gordon should have …

Nanowrimo ‘17 Day 1

Today was Instagram @jakspeedyillustrator’s turn to host the intro to FUNCTION, this year’s project. Tomorrow WordPress will take over to house some more graphic details (Twitter hosting sharp and snappy dialogue on Friday). With that in mind, here is the Prologue so far to lead into tomorrow: How does it make you feel? When you …

Nanowrimo ‘17! (Filter warning)

Hey all! I’ll be participating in Nanowrimo with a revamp of an old Dystopian piece this year, and you’ll be able to find excerpts on here and my Twitter (@jakspeedy) and Instagram (@jakspeedyillustrator) accounts. This is no tame tale, however. Therefore, in case of triggers and graphic content, such writing will only be published on …