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.

DeathWatch No. 107 – Too Heartbroken to be Angry

Posted on November 24, 2015 by Catastrophe Jones

This is Issue #107 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 * * * I will let you go. Jet slunk … Continue reading →

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Keep The Lights On

Posted on November 23, 2015 by Catastrophe Jones

Help me; this fear comes up as nausea, swallowed down again and again but it rises, writhing, a tentacled thing in my stomach reaching up the back of my throat. It cries out, claws for me, laughs when I try … Continue reading →

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The Bourbon Buzz

Posted on November 22, 2015 by Catastrophe Jones

He’s allowed to leave the base — even after his display, they don’t bother with a tail; he looks every inch the broken man that walked out of the hospital after they took his children away. Leaving the taxi to … Continue reading →

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DeathWatch No. 106 – Might Even Be Beautiful

Posted on November 21, 2015 by Catastrophe Jones

This is Issue #106 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 * * * Pain. Brilliant. Whitehot. Blinding. Searing. He woke up … Continue reading →

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20

Posted on November 20, 2015 by Catastrophe Jones

I exist in this space where I can hear the twentysomething moments of my youth in their desperate clamor to be heard seen recognized to be validated as something worthy of taking up valuable resources like breathing room and the … Continue reading →

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