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.

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Posted on April 2, 2014 by Catastrophe Jones

Life moved on. We moved on. Families and children grew. Gardens and flocks thrived. Somehow, amidst the rubble of the world, we refugees made life. There were green things growing, pink babies squalling, clear water singing — life happened. It … Continue reading →

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In honor of 100 followers and 200 posts…

Posted on April 1, 2014 by Catastrophe Jones

…I present to you the following hilarity. The top searches that lead to my fiction include the phrase: “What’s it like falling in love?” Whoever you are, I AM SO. SO. SORRY. * * * When we hit 200 followers, … Continue reading →

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Posted on April 1, 2014 by Catastrophe Jones

Though the walk was long, the way was not unfamiliar. We had left a trail through the rubble, where our boots and feet wore against the stone grass and pushed the pebbles and ash away from our marching line. Parched, … Continue reading →

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Rhythm & Guts

Posted on April 1, 2014 by Catastrophe Jones

The heart of me is all torn up, my throat has caught on fire, like I could pull my insides out and watch the flames get higher. Everything now tastes of blood, or ash, or hate, or lies — I … Continue reading →

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Rhythm & Guts

Posted on April 1, 2014 by Catastrophe Jones

The heart of me is all torn up, my throat has caught on fire, like I could pull my insides out and watch the flames get higher. Everything now tastes of blood, or ash, or hate, or lies — I … Continue reading →

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