Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world. Percy Bysshe Shelley, A Defence of Poetry and Other Essays SIM CREDITS (and the relevant forum discussion):Neala and Rhiannon Avery — IrishSongJuliet Harrison — CitySimmerThora Shinigami (and her cat Lemmy) — VanPelt81Jazz
Note: Updating either CT or Haunted weekly is rough. For now, please enjoy this short story inspired by last week’s Haunted and a certain old-school sci-fi show! It’s also part of the Monthly SimLit Short Story Challenge. You’ll be able
She was everywhere. The place where his toddler bed used to be. He could look right through the tile and remember the positioning of every irregular spot on that green carpet they had, the one he’d stared at and traced
Welp! This is the first one, and I can’t get the comic to show up correctly in ‘Preview,’ so bear with me for a couple minutes if nothing shows up. It may break everything. We’ll see. If you’re new, here’s
If, Through Loose Ends by Kendra Jeong-Espinosa If, through loose ends, we could resume Unrav’ling defects from the loom And soften as the shuttle mends— Then save for me a few loose ends! Should ringlets ‘bove the brow displace And
Catastrophe Theory returns next week with a prologue, ‘The Color of Fear,’ before Book 3: Apotheosis starts proper on Dec. 6th! The index is live if you feel like browsing some chapter titles. These projects are ambitious enough to require
This week—uh, last week—I was supposed to let the characters answer questions posed to them by readers. So below, the two sims I’ve had the most practice drawing got to answer questions from me, the null reader. What’s fun about
As those of you lovely human beings following this blog know, I’m using Inktober to push myself to publish wonky, mediocre digital art online so that I can release a spinoff comic, Haunted, in November. The idea being I’ll have
So! As the insiders know, I’ve been learning to draw since June with the goal of releasing a comic in November. To practice, I’ve made some portraits for the character page! Here they are. I’ve earned maybe 3–4 skill points
by Kendra Jeong-Espinosa She never saw the marigolds, the blooms that grew today, Releasing airy flecks of gold that rose into the grey; Their petals in the sunlight burned and then, as ash, to earth returned As if to leave