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.

Dreampad

Posted on June 7, 2012 by Catastrophe Jones

Metal. He could taste it on the back of his tongue, a dull knife’s blade of copper pressing down, making him swallow, making him wince. Awake. He needed to be awake. He gritted his teeth and frowned, struggling to try … Continue reading →

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Part Five

Posted on June 6, 2012 by Catastrophe Jones

After a meal, a wash, and settling in to fresh sheets, Laila was certain that she would sleep quite soundly. It was not to be; she could hear the voice of Nine Trees, and no matter how she turned and … Continue reading →

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And He Built A Crooked House

Posted on June 6, 2012 by Catastrophe Jones

RIP, Mr. Bradbury — you were an inspiration.

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Part Four

Posted on June 5, 2012 by Catastrophe Jones

Laila’s face, weathered and sun-cheeked as it was, held a certain sort of beauty in its amazement and confusion, as she stared at Nine Trees. She couldn’t help but open her mouth a few times as though to speak, and … Continue reading →

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Part Three

Posted on June 4, 2012 by Catastrophe Jones

Laila wiped coarse sugar from her fingers and stared at the stranger with a disapproving frown as he stood out in the yard of her cottage, splitting wood. He hummed as he worked, and the axe split each piece with … Continue reading →

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