Greetings gentle readers! Welcome to part three. If you haven’t read the beginning, stop and read them: https://rantingmedia.com/tales/

THREE

The driveway in front of the hotel was large and spacious; it could hold at least 12 cars at once if everyone played nicely, which in most cases they did not.…

Greetings gentle readers! Welcome to part two. If you haven’t read the first chapter, halt and go back here. Part two was interesting to write…I’m fleshing things out here so if the pace seems a bit strange, don’t worry. It will gradually pick up as I wind all of the threads together.…

Greetings gentle readers! You are about to embark on a journey that will take place over the course of several months (in fact, I plan to make this last the entire year). That’s right–a mystery revealed in slow chunks over the course of 12 months in which I hope to have a complete novel.…

Outside the tavern called The Copper Ox, the weather was absolutely dreadful. The thick rain beat against the three-story building in a deluge that seemed to make the roof itself groan under its weight. It was freezing, too–unusually so for this time of year–and thus everyone had rushed inside to seek shelter and warmth–both from the roaring fire in the hearth and from the potions the barkeep made from spirits in dusty glasses.…

George sniffed and wet his lips as he stirred the coffee on the china saucer. Counter clock-wise and then clockwise, three turns to be exact, was his ritual. In the 30 years that he had been coming to this cafe, this ritual had never been broken, although he wasn’t sure why it was a ritual in the first place. …

The moment I died, I drifted into a state of endless nothingness. I didn’t see my body as I departed. I didn’t see any bright lights. One moment I was living, and the next—I simply wasn’t.

It’s hard to explain to someone that hasn’t experienced it.…

In celebration of CYBERPUNK 2077 finally being released, I wanted to release a piece of writing that has been sitting in my archives since December 2017. This will be an ongoing story–not set in the universe of CYBERPUNK but inspired by technology, Futurism, and everything in between.…

I powered on the computer terminal for the first time in months. 

My chest began to tighten in apprehension as the boot cycle flashed across the screen.

Finally, only a blinking, glowing cursor stared back at me. 

I began to type my password, and shuddering deeply, I pressed enter.…

There is a moment when you’re sleeping that your mind starts running into overdrive; it is the moment between dreaming and waking. Your brain is internally shifting switches around as it prepares for the long journey ahead. 

Finally, your body stops twitching, your muscles become paralyzed.…