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🚂 Le Venice Simplon-Orient-Express inaugure sa nouvelle ligne entre Paris et la côte amalfitaine
👉 https://french-steampunk.fr/2026/05/26/venice-simplon-orient-express-paris-cote-amalfitaine/ -
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Das Bild ist dem #Steampunk zuzurechnen, bevor der Begriff Steampunk überhaupt erfunden worden ist.
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Steampunk Greenhouse sits hidden behind a shield of dense vegetation, tucked away inside an Italian country park.
The elements have slowly reclaimed the site, rusting the elaborate wrought ironwork into a deep brown. Thick vines twist and contort their way up the metal framework, while larger, rope-like roots coil across the floorboards near the entrance.
https://www.obsidianurbexphotography.com/leisure/steampunk-greenhouse-italy/
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The existence of subgenres: #SteamPunk, #DieselPunk, #AtomPunk, #SolarPunk, and possibly also #WindPunk, implies also existence of #PowerPunk - the source of them all.
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The existence of subgenres: #SteamPunk, #DieselPunk, #AtomPunk, #SolarPunk, and possibly also #WindPunk, implies also existence of #PowerPunk - the source of them all.
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The existence of subgenres: #SteamPunk, #DieselPunk, #AtomPunk, #SolarPunk, and possibly also #WindPunk, implies also existence of #PowerPunk - the source of them all.
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The existence of subgenres: #SteamPunk, #DieselPunk, #AtomPunk, #SolarPunk, and possibly also #WindPunk, implies also existence of #PowerPunk - the source of them all.
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#pennedpossibilities 1022 — How would your MC like to be remembered after their death? What sort of legacy would they want to leave?
A black leopard stood to the side at the front of a gather assembledge. "Witness before you, John Brecken Sandwolf Nadia of Summersun Nata Akon Clan. A father, a brother, a lifemate, a soldier, and a champion for those less fortunate. He is survived by his lifemate, his blood and adopted daughters and friends. But today we send his spirit on to the next life in the flames of life and death."
His daughters, Genoa, Rósbeag, and Lilebeag approach the pyre of dried wood and each places a burning torch to the wood beneath the graywolf laying in state. As they step away, the flames begin to burn the dry wood under his lifeless form, consuming the pyre. He becomes shrouded in flames and smoke and ash rise in the immense heat into the evening sky. An Anikawi doe began keening a wail of sorrow. His daughters joined her high pitched keening with their own howls and cries.
Behind them stood crying a large white and a black white striped badger, a mouse gray wolf, a tan wolf with a tinker made leg, a piebald doe, a humanoid deer, a black leopard female, and many others that his life had touched upon.
As the fire began to draw down to embers and John’s remains had been consumed. The black leopard spoke again, "Let him be remembered as an honorable wolf who looked out for and defended the less fortunate, fought for justice, honored those before him, served his family well and truthfully with love and kindness. When he prospered, he gave back as much in equal value, never taking. The Dream will miss him ten fold, in his absence we are all changed. But not lost, for he showed us all, a new way." The leopard stepped to the grieving doe. Kissed her lightly on the cheeks and hugged her tightly. He whispered, "He was my friend."
#Riders_of_the_Dream #sciencefiction #steampunk #writing #JohnSandwolf
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#pennedpossibilities 1022 — How would your MC like to be remembered after their death? What sort of legacy would they want to leave?
A black leopard stood to the side at the front of a gather assembledge. "Witness before you, John Brecken Sandwolf Nadia of Summersun Nata Akon Clan. A father, a brother, a lifemate, a soldier, and a champion for those less fortunate. He is survived by his lifemate, his blood and adopted daughters and friends. But today we send his spirit on to the next life in the flames of life and death."
His daughters, Genoa, Rósbeag, and Lilebeag approach the pyre of dried wood and each places a burning torch to the wood beneath the graywolf laying in state. As they step away, the flames begin to burn the dry wood under his lifeless form, consuming the pyre. He becomes shrouded in flames and smoke and ash rise in the immense heat into the evening sky. An Anikawi doe began keening a wail of sorrow. His daughters joined her high pitched keening with their own howls and cries.
Behind them stood crying a large white and a black white striped badger, a mouse gray wolf, a tan wolf with a tinker made leg, a piebald doe, a humanoid deer, a black leopard female, and many others that his life had touched upon.
As the fire began to draw down to embers and John’s remains had been consumed. The black leopard spoke again, "Let him be remembered as an honorable wolf who looked out for and defended the less fortunate, fought for justice, honored those before him, served his family well and truthfully with love and kindness. When he prospered, he gave back as much in equal value, never taking. The Dream will mis him ten fold, in his absence we are all changed. But not lost, for he showed us all, a new way." The leopard stepped to the grieving doe. Kissed her lightly on the cheeks and hugged her tightly. He whispered, "He was my friend."
#Riders_of_the_Dream #sciencefiction #steampunk #writing #JohnSandwolf
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Dans 2 semaines, c'est déjà la Japan de #Strasbourg 🥳
J'y serai encore cette année, même si la thématique ne correspond pas vraiment à mon univers 🙃
Par contre, le #steampunk et le #solarpunk c'est ma came, donc il y aura des créations à découvrir en avant première sur mon stand 🤪Je serai au stand 146, allée 22A (cf plan en pièce jointe) 😇
📆 C'est quand ?
Le samedi 6 et dimanche 7 juin 2026📍C'est où ?
Au parc des Expositions
Av. Herrenschmidt, 67000 Strasbourg⏳️C'est quoi les horaires ?
De 10h à 19h chaque jourToutes les autres infos sont trouvables sur : https://kakemonoevents.com/la-japan-2026-programme
J'y retrouverai qui ? 🤩
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Dans 2 semaines, c'est déjà la Japan de #Strasbourg 🥳
J'y serai encore cette année, même si la thématique ne correspond pas vraiment à mon univers 🙃
Par contre, le #steampunk et le #solarpunk c'est ma came, donc il y aura des créations à découvrir en avant première sur mon stand 🤪Je serai au stand 146, allée 22A (cf plan en pièce jointe) 😇
📆 C'est quand ?
Le samedi 6 et dimanche 7 juin 2026📍C'est où ?
Au parc des Expositions
Av. Herrenschmidt, 67000 Strasbourg⏳️C'est quoi les horaires ?
De 10h à 19h chaque jourToutes les autres infos sont trouvables sur : https://kakemonoevents.com/la-japan-2026-programme
J'y retrouverai qui ? 🤩
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Dans 2 semaines, c'est déjà la Japan de #Strasbourg 🥳
J'y serai encore cette année, même si la thématique ne correspond pas vraiment à mon univers 🙃
Par contre, le #steampunk et le #solarpunk c'est ma came, donc il y aura des créations à découvrir en avant première sur mon stand 🤪Je serai au stand 146, allée 22A (cf plan en pièce jointe) 😇
📆 C'est quand ?
Le samedi 6 et dimanche 7 juin 2026📍C'est où ?
Au parc des Expositions
Av. Herrenschmidt, 67000 Strasbourg⏳️C'est quoi les horaires ?
De 10h à 19h chaque jourToutes les autres infos sont trouvables sur : https://kakemonoevents.com/la-japan-2026-programme
J'y retrouverai qui ? 🤩
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Dans 2 semaines, c'est déjà la Japan de #Strasbourg 🥳
J'y serai encore cette année, même si la thématique ne correspond pas vraiment à mon univers 🙃
Par contre, le #steampunk et le #solarpunk c'est ma came, donc il y aura des créations à découvrir en avant première sur mon stand 🤪Je serai au stand 146, allée 22A (cf plan en pièce jointe) 😇
📆 C'est quand ?
Le samedi 6 et dimanche 7 juin 2026📍C'est où ?
Au parc des Expositions
Av. Herrenschmidt, 67000 Strasbourg⏳️C'est quoi les horaires ?
De 10h à 19h chaque jourToutes les autres infos sont trouvables sur : https://kakemonoevents.com/la-japan-2026-programme
J'y retrouverai qui ? 🤩
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opens local history book to find photo of steamers leaving shore to float away into the skies, better understand local interest in #steampunk
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The dark fantasy and Cursed Island is waiting for you every Friday. I love this book, and I'm happy to share pieces of it each week. Thank you for reading my work.
#writing #reading #fiction #books #novels #horror #fantasy #darkfantasy #steampunk
https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/22/beware-the-ills-part-44/
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The dark fantasy and Cursed Island is waiting for you every Friday. I love this book, and I'm happy to share pieces of it each week. Thank you for reading my work.
#writing #reading #fiction #books #novels #horror #fantasy #darkfantasy #steampunk
https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/22/beware-the-ills-part-44/
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The dark fantasy and Cursed Island is waiting for you every Friday. I love this book, and I'm happy to share pieces of it each week. Thank you for reading my work.
#writing #reading #fiction #books #novels #horror #fantasy #darkfantasy #steampunk
https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/22/beware-the-ills-part-44/
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The dark fantasy and Cursed Island is waiting for you every Friday. I love this book, and I'm happy to share pieces of it each week. Thank you for reading my work.
#writing #reading #fiction #books #novels #horror #fantasy #darkfantasy #steampunk
https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/22/beware-the-ills-part-44/
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The dark fantasy and Cursed Island is waiting for you every Friday. I love this book, and I'm happy to share pieces of it each week. Thank you for reading my work.
#writing #reading #fiction #books #novels #horror #fantasy #darkfantasy #steampunk
https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/22/beware-the-ills-part-44/
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Beware the Ills: Part 44
The graveyard’s behind me now. I’ll reach the river soon. My speed’s at top gear. The trees mix. The black and brown, the needles, all their images flowing and following me. I feel like an Ill, running panicked along the mountain cliffs. The Ills, what will be done about them if I fail? My conversation was less than provocative, but like I said before, I left them alive.
I’m at the river finally. The city will not be far from here. The sheets of ice from earlier still bounce along the dark river, which reflects the random threads of sunlight. I can see the corpses of the men Blue and I killed. The machines are destroyed and turned over. Some are still steaming in the cold. I assume they were dilapidated even further by the invaders, so they couldn’t be taken by some other party.
I admire their future sight.
I leap across the plates easily. They barely move beneath my bounds. I come across the man’s spear and pause. Normally, I have no respect for the dead, no patience. It’s disgusting. I’m not sure why I decided to change.
I’m at the eastern bank of the river where Haukter hit me. A wide pool of blood sits spattered across the bank and ice plates. Blue’s blood, I’m sure of it. There are strips of fur and broken arrows everywhere. They must have pinned him here for quite some time. I slash the plate vertically with his leftover scraps.
It’ll sink to the bottom of the river.
The city is not far. I will be there shortly. Sunlight spills over the tops of the Shingles, and their random shapes. More trees pass, more trees and snow, more wind howling. Repeating the images around me makes me feel in control.
The city is growing closer, and I’m feeling better.
I remember them throwing me from the Shingles. The torches, the spinning snow, the sickness of the grey stone passing me. I remember the pain in my arms when I hit the snowy rock. It’s very hard to remember. I had to focus on the killing. My arms hurt from the fall, but they didn’t break, nothing did. My bruises healed in days. The Shingles back then were so big and endless. The crawlspace inside of them was large for my little body.
How did I find it again?
More trees, they never end when you’re in a hurry. More explosions up ahead, blue light spreads in the sky. So close, everyone there must hold on. I will kill them.
I’m coming to where the trees begin to thin and the clearing before the edge of the Shingles. I cannot remember many of whom I’ve killed except for Haukter, his kind I remember very well. I should’ve killed you Haukter. I should’ve killed you. The clearing before the Shingles ends quickly.
I stop to stare at them.
The wall has been breached. The Shingles have been smashed down at their ancient roots into crumbled piles of old stone. Not all of them are gone, but ripped holes outnumber the slabs of stone.
Why so many shots into the wall? The last layer, where I was standing just the other day and witnessed the children, has been destroyed. Piles of ageless brick and mortar are everywhere. Their machines did it, their armored walking contraptions with their pretty energy.
I’m through the wall.
So strange not to climb it. So strange not to walk high over it. The grey path through the mountain valley into the Diamond Town curls before me. I will not allow them to hurt or kill anyone. I will not allow the citizens of the Diamond Town to kill either. None of it may happen. I will not allow it. I cannot feel my lungs. I’m almost there. Haukter, I will kill you. This is your fault. You allowed them to breach the wall and Shingles. Still, this is my fault, I allowed Haukter to live.
The city, more snow, more wind, the city.
I can see it.
I’ll be releasing my novel Beware the Ills in segments every Friday. You can find out more about the book right here, or check out Amazon’s info. I love this book. Happy to simply share it.
#books #darkfantasy #fantasy #fiction #horror #novels #reading #steampunk #writing -
Beware the Ills: Part 44
The graveyard’s behind me now. I’ll reach the river soon. My speed’s at top gear. The trees mix. The black and brown, the needles, all their images flowing and following me. I feel like an Ill, running panicked along the mountain cliffs. The Ills, what will be done about them if I fail? My conversation was less than provocative, but like I said before, I left them alive.
I’m at the river finally. The city will not be far from here. The sheets of ice from earlier still bounce along the dark river, which reflects the random threads of sunlight. I can see the corpses of the men Blue and I killed. The machines are destroyed and turned over. Some are still steaming in the cold. I assume they were dilapidated even further by the invaders, so they couldn’t be taken by some other party.
I admire their future sight.
I leap across the plates easily. They barely move beneath my bounds. I come across the man’s spear and pause. Normally, I have no respect for the dead, no patience. It’s disgusting. I’m not sure why I decided to change.
I’m at the eastern bank of the river where Haukter hit me. A wide pool of blood sits spattered across the bank and ice plates. Blue’s blood, I’m sure of it. There are strips of fur and broken arrows everywhere. They must have pinned him here for quite some time. I slash the plate vertically with his leftover scraps.
It’ll sink to the bottom of the river.
The city is not far. I will be there shortly. Sunlight spills over the tops of the Shingles, and their random shapes. More trees pass, more trees and snow, more wind howling. Repeating the images around me makes me feel in control.
The city is growing closer, and I’m feeling better.
I remember them throwing me from the Shingles. The torches, the spinning snow, the sickness of the grey stone passing me. I remember the pain in my arms when I hit the snowy rock. It’s very hard to remember. I had to focus on the killing. My arms hurt from the fall, but they didn’t break, nothing did. My bruises healed in days. The Shingles back then were so big and endless. The crawlspace inside of them was large for my little body.
How did I find it again?
More trees, they never end when you’re in a hurry. More explosions up ahead, blue light spreads in the sky. So close, everyone there must hold on. I will kill them.
I’m coming to where the trees begin to thin and the clearing before the edge of the Shingles. I cannot remember many of whom I’ve killed except for Haukter, his kind I remember very well. I should’ve killed you Haukter. I should’ve killed you. The clearing before the Shingles ends quickly.
I stop to stare at them.
The wall has been breached. The Shingles have been smashed down at their ancient roots into crumbled piles of old stone. Not all of them are gone, but ripped holes outnumber the slabs of stone.
Why so many shots into the wall? The last layer, where I was standing just the other day and witnessed the children, has been destroyed. Piles of ageless brick and mortar are everywhere. Their machines did it, their armored walking contraptions with their pretty energy.
I’m through the wall.
So strange not to climb it. So strange not to walk high over it. The grey path through the mountain valley into the Diamond Town curls before me. I will not allow them to hurt or kill anyone. I will not allow the citizens of the Diamond Town to kill either. None of it may happen. I will not allow it. I cannot feel my lungs. I’m almost there. Haukter, I will kill you. This is your fault. You allowed them to breach the wall and Shingles. Still, this is my fault, I allowed Haukter to live.
The city, more snow, more wind, the city.
I can see it.
I’ll be releasing my novel Beware the Ills in segments every Friday. You can find out more about the book right here, or check out Amazon’s info. I love this book. Happy to simply share it.
#books #darkfantasy #fantasy #fiction #horror #novels #reading #steampunk #writing -
Beware the Ills: Part 44
The graveyard’s behind me now. I’ll reach the river soon. My speed’s at top gear. The trees mix. The black and brown, the needles, all their images flowing and following me. I feel like an Ill, running panicked along the mountain cliffs. The Ills, what will be done about them if I fail? My conversation was less than provocative, but like I said before, I left them alive.
I’m at the river finally. The city will not be far from here. The sheets of ice from earlier still bounce along the dark river, which reflects the random threads of sunlight. I can see the corpses of the men Blue and I killed. The machines are destroyed and turned over. Some are still steaming in the cold. I assume they were dilapidated even further by the invaders, so they couldn’t be taken by some other party.
I admire their future sight.
I leap across the plates easily. They barely move beneath my bounds. I come across the man’s spear and pause. Normally, I have no respect for the dead, no patience. It’s disgusting. I’m not sure why I decided to change.
I’m at the eastern bank of the river where Haukter hit me. A wide pool of blood sits spattered across the bank and ice plates. Blue’s blood, I’m sure of it. There are strips of fur and broken arrows everywhere. They must have pinned him here for quite some time. I slash the plate vertically with his leftover scraps.
It’ll sink to the bottom of the river.
The city is not far. I will be there shortly. Sunlight spills over the tops of the Shingles, and their random shapes. More trees pass, more trees and snow, more wind howling. Repeating the images around me makes me feel in control.
The city is growing closer, and I’m feeling better.
I remember them throwing me from the Shingles. The torches, the spinning snow, the sickness of the grey stone passing me. I remember the pain in my arms when I hit the snowy rock. It’s very hard to remember. I had to focus on the killing. My arms hurt from the fall, but they didn’t break, nothing did. My bruises healed in days. The Shingles back then were so big and endless. The crawlspace inside of them was large for my little body.
How did I find it again?
More trees, they never end when you’re in a hurry. More explosions up ahead, blue light spreads in the sky. So close, everyone there must hold on. I will kill them.
I’m coming to where the trees begin to thin and the clearing before the edge of the Shingles. I cannot remember many of whom I’ve killed except for Haukter, his kind I remember very well. I should’ve killed you Haukter. I should’ve killed you. The clearing before the Shingles ends quickly.
I stop to stare at them.
The wall has been breached. The Shingles have been smashed down at their ancient roots into crumbled piles of old stone. Not all of them are gone, but ripped holes outnumber the slabs of stone.
Why so many shots into the wall? The last layer, where I was standing just the other day and witnessed the children, has been destroyed. Piles of ageless brick and mortar are everywhere. Their machines did it, their armored walking contraptions with their pretty energy.
I’m through the wall.
So strange not to climb it. So strange not to walk high over it. The grey path through the mountain valley into the Diamond Town curls before me. I will not allow them to hurt or kill anyone. I will not allow the citizens of the Diamond Town to kill either. None of it may happen. I will not allow it. I cannot feel my lungs. I’m almost there. Haukter, I will kill you. This is your fault. You allowed them to breach the wall and Shingles. Still, this is my fault, I allowed Haukter to live.
The city, more snow, more wind, the city.
I can see it.
I’ll be releasing my novel Beware the Ills in segments every Friday. You can find out more about the book right here, or check out Amazon’s info. I love this book. Happy to simply share it.
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Beware the Ills: Part 44
The graveyard’s behind me now. I’ll reach the river soon. My speed’s at top gear. The trees mix. The black and brown, the needles, all their images flowing and following me. I feel like an Ill, running panicked along the mountain cliffs. The Ills, what will be done about them if I fail? My conversation was less than provocative, but like I said before, I left them alive.
I’m at the river finally. The city will not be far from here. The sheets of ice from earlier still bounce along the dark river, which reflects the random threads of sunlight. I can see the corpses of the men Blue and I killed. The machines are destroyed and turned over. Some are still steaming in the cold. I assume they were dilapidated even further by the invaders, so they couldn’t be taken by some other party.
I admire their future sight.
I leap across the plates easily. They barely move beneath my bounds. I come across the man’s spear and pause. Normally, I have no respect for the dead, no patience. It’s disgusting. I’m not sure why I decided to change.
I’m at the eastern bank of the river where Haukter hit me. A wide pool of blood sits spattered across the bank and ice plates. Blue’s blood, I’m sure of it. There are strips of fur and broken arrows everywhere. They must have pinned him here for quite some time. I slash the plate vertically with his leftover scraps.
It’ll sink to the bottom of the river.
The city is not far. I will be there shortly. Sunlight spills over the tops of the Shingles, and their random shapes. More trees pass, more trees and snow, more wind howling. Repeating the images around me makes me feel in control.
The city is growing closer, and I’m feeling better.
I remember them throwing me from the Shingles. The torches, the spinning snow, the sickness of the grey stone passing me. I remember the pain in my arms when I hit the snowy rock. It’s very hard to remember. I had to focus on the killing. My arms hurt from the fall, but they didn’t break, nothing did. My bruises healed in days. The Shingles back then were so big and endless. The crawlspace inside of them was large for my little body.
How did I find it again?
More trees, they never end when you’re in a hurry. More explosions up ahead, blue light spreads in the sky. So close, everyone there must hold on. I will kill them.
I’m coming to where the trees begin to thin and the clearing before the edge of the Shingles. I cannot remember many of whom I’ve killed except for Haukter, his kind I remember very well. I should’ve killed you Haukter. I should’ve killed you. The clearing before the Shingles ends quickly.
I stop to stare at them.
The wall has been breached. The Shingles have been smashed down at their ancient roots into crumbled piles of old stone. Not all of them are gone, but ripped holes outnumber the slabs of stone.
Why so many shots into the wall? The last layer, where I was standing just the other day and witnessed the children, has been destroyed. Piles of ageless brick and mortar are everywhere. Their machines did it, their armored walking contraptions with their pretty energy.
I’m through the wall.
So strange not to climb it. So strange not to walk high over it. The grey path through the mountain valley into the Diamond Town curls before me. I will not allow them to hurt or kill anyone. I will not allow the citizens of the Diamond Town to kill either. None of it may happen. I will not allow it. I cannot feel my lungs. I’m almost there. Haukter, I will kill you. This is your fault. You allowed them to breach the wall and Shingles. Still, this is my fault, I allowed Haukter to live.
The city, more snow, more wind, the city.
I can see it.
I’ll be releasing my novel Beware the Ills in segments every Friday. You can find out more about the book right here, or check out Amazon’s info. I love this book. Happy to simply share it.
#books #darkfantasy #fantasy #fiction #horror #novels #reading #steampunk #writing -
Beware the Ills: Part 44
The graveyard’s behind me now. I’ll reach the river soon. My speed’s at top gear. The trees mix. The black and brown, the needles, all their images flowing and following me. I feel like an Ill, running panicked along the mountain cliffs. The Ills, what will be done about them if I fail? My conversation was less than provocative, but like I said before, I left them alive.
I’m at the river finally. The city will not be far from here. The sheets of ice from earlier still bounce along the dark river, which reflects the random threads of sunlight. I can see the corpses of the men Blue and I killed. The machines are destroyed and turned over. Some are still steaming in the cold. I assume they were dilapidated even further by the invaders, so they couldn’t be taken by some other party.
I admire their future sight.
I leap across the plates easily. They barely move beneath my bounds. I come across the man’s spear and pause. Normally, I have no respect for the dead, no patience. It’s disgusting. I’m not sure why I decided to change.
I’m at the eastern bank of the river where Haukter hit me. A wide pool of blood sits spattered across the bank and ice plates. Blue’s blood, I’m sure of it. There are strips of fur and broken arrows everywhere. They must have pinned him here for quite some time. I slash the plate vertically with his leftover scraps.
It’ll sink to the bottom of the river.
The city is not far. I will be there shortly. Sunlight spills over the tops of the Shingles, and their random shapes. More trees pass, more trees and snow, more wind howling. Repeating the images around me makes me feel in control.
The city is growing closer, and I’m feeling better.
I remember them throwing me from the Shingles. The torches, the spinning snow, the sickness of the grey stone passing me. I remember the pain in my arms when I hit the snowy rock. It’s very hard to remember. I had to focus on the killing. My arms hurt from the fall, but they didn’t break, nothing did. My bruises healed in days. The Shingles back then were so big and endless. The crawlspace inside of them was large for my little body.
How did I find it again?
More trees, they never end when you’re in a hurry. More explosions up ahead, blue light spreads in the sky. So close, everyone there must hold on. I will kill them.
I’m coming to where the trees begin to thin and the clearing before the edge of the Shingles. I cannot remember many of whom I’ve killed except for Haukter, his kind I remember very well. I should’ve killed you Haukter. I should’ve killed you. The clearing before the Shingles ends quickly.
I stop to stare at them.
The wall has been breached. The Shingles have been smashed down at their ancient roots into crumbled piles of old stone. Not all of them are gone, but ripped holes outnumber the slabs of stone.
Why so many shots into the wall? The last layer, where I was standing just the other day and witnessed the children, has been destroyed. Piles of ageless brick and mortar are everywhere. Their machines did it, their armored walking contraptions with their pretty energy.
I’m through the wall.
So strange not to climb it. So strange not to walk high over it. The grey path through the mountain valley into the Diamond Town curls before me. I will not allow them to hurt or kill anyone. I will not allow the citizens of the Diamond Town to kill either. None of it may happen. I will not allow it. I cannot feel my lungs. I’m almost there. Haukter, I will kill you. This is your fault. You allowed them to breach the wall and Shingles. Still, this is my fault, I allowed Haukter to live.
The city, more snow, more wind, the city.
I can see it.
I’ll be releasing my novel Beware the Ills in segments every Friday. You can find out more about the book right here, or check out Amazon’s info. I love this book. Happy to simply share it.
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👣 23 May 2026. 🇬🇧 May the STEAM be with you. How did men make it to the Moon?
Stories about trips to the stars have been told from the beginnings of story telling — and presently humankind is on its way to the stars. We explore how art, literature, industrial revolution, and scientific discoveries paved the road in this endeavor, and, in the end, we join the #SteamPunk #picnic in the Clara Zetkin Park.
full information is available on: https://leipziger-wissensspuren.de/en/events/2026-05-23_steam/
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👣 23 May 2026. 🇬🇧 May the STEAM be with you. How did men make it to the Moon?
Stories about trips to the stars have been told from the beginnings of story telling — and presently humankind is on its way to the stars. We explore how art, literature, industrial revolution, and scientific discoveries paved the road in this endeavor, and, in the end, we join the #SteamPunk #picnic in the Clara Zetkin Park.
full information is available on: https://leipziger-wissensspuren.de/en/events/2026-05-23_steam/
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👣 23 May 2026. 🇬🇧 May the STEAM be with you. How did men make it to the Moon?
Stories about trips to the stars have been told from the beginnings of story telling — and presently humankind is on its way to the stars. We explore how art, literature, industrial revolution, and scientific discoveries paved the road in this endeavor, and, in the end, we join the #SteamPunk #picnic in the Clara Zetkin Park.
full information is available on: https://leipziger-wissensspuren.de/en/events/2026-05-23_steam/
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👣 23 May 2026. 🇬🇧 May the STEAM be with you. How did men make it to the Moon?
Stories about trips to the stars have been told from the beginnings of story telling — and presently humankind is on its way to the stars. We explore how art, literature, industrial revolution, and scientific discoveries paved the road in this endeavor, and, in the end, we join the #SteamPunk #picnic in the Clara Zetkin Park.
full information is available on: https://leipziger-wissensspuren.de/en/events/2026-05-23_steam/
