Author Archives: Catastrophe Jones

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.

What We Do At Chez Jones Around Midnight…

Posted on January 22, 2016 by Catastrophe Jones

Is screw with the website design and all that fun stuff. Pardon my dust; the links may take you all over hell and creation for a little bit, while I get this sorted — but you should see, up in … Continue reading →

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DeathWatch No. 132 – She Is Her Father’s Daughter

Posted on January 22, 2016 by Catastrophe Jones

This is Issue #132 of DeathWatch, an ongoing Serial. Click that link to go find ‘A Beginning’ and read from there, if you need to catch up. Happy Reading! PREVIOUS * * * Beauty. Jules stared up at a beautiful, beautiful … Continue reading →

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Lindsey Hates Group

Posted on January 21, 2016 by Catastrophe Jones

The ring of people seated in folding chairs is a familiar enough scene, evoking not collaboration and group comfort but instead a sense of both persecution and loathing. Lindsey hates Group. The dull-eyed men and women sitting in the chairs … Continue reading →

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DeathWatch No. 131 – I Have To Fight

Posted on January 20, 2016 by Catastrophe Jones

This is Issue #131 of DeathWatch, an ongoing Serial. Click that link to go find ‘DeathWatch’ then go to ‘#0 – A Beginning’ and read from there, or go find the issue # you remember, and catch up from there! Happy … Continue reading →

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Bless

Posted on January 19, 2016 by Catastrophe Jones

Bless this our love in its infancy, this pink and newly-squalling thing that brings joy merely for its existence. Bless it so that we may love it even when it squalls in the middle of the night, even when we … Continue reading →

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