Category Archives: Inktober 2017

Inktober 19: The Imperial Assassin

Posted on October 25, 2017 by Hyacinthe Michael Schwartz

“Have you heard from your bee?” “No, sire, but the hive is buzzing. No doubt the little worker bees will have some information to share soon.” “Be sure it is so.” The Emperex left the small room, their cloak floating … Continue reading →

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Inktober 18: The Space Beast

Posted on October 25, 2017 by Hyacinthe Michael Schwartz

The old woman bustled about in the small galley kitchen. “Just sit on either chair, I don’t mind either.” I looked at the two armchairs; one was clearly sagged and more used than the other, so I left it empty … Continue reading →

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Inktober 17: The Old Planet

Posted on October 24, 2017 by Hyacinthe Michael Schwartz

Is dying the right word for a world that had already experienced four heat deaths and ice ages? Perhaps “undying” is a better phrase, especially because that cycle of renewal is happening again and the building blocks of life are … Continue reading →

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Inktober 16: The Teenage Racers

Posted on October 24, 2017 by Hyacinthe Michael Schwartz

Cheryl twisted a knob with her left hand while pulling a lever with her right. Her middle hand kept the steering mechanism steady. It was technically an illegal modification, an unfair advantage, but hey, Alzaax literally had ten appendages with … Continue reading →

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Inktober 15: The Lost Boy and Dog

Posted on October 24, 2017 by Hyacinthe Michael Schwartz

Ori cried in the busy street, back hunched against one of the outer walls of the station. His dog Fluffy lay next to him, body touching him with eyes on the bustling crowd. Ori sat with his knees pulled up, … Continue reading →

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Inktober 14: The Mercenary

Posted on October 24, 2017 by Hyacinthe Michael Schwartz

“If you go with an X480, you’ll never regret the power you’ve added to the arsenal.” “Naw, but what you’ll regret is the extra 100 kilos you’ll be hauling around. An X480 Frank, really?” “Look,” “No, you…” Keesa turned the … Continue reading →

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Inktober 13: The Space Wolf

Posted on October 24, 2017 by Hyacinthe Michael Schwartz

In the darkest sectors of the galaxy where little life dwells because the stars that will support it are still being born lies a being whose intense hunger knows no bounds nor no form. It eats and consumes nothingness so … Continue reading →

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Inktober 12: The Clones

Posted on October 24, 2017 by Hyacinthe Michael Schwartz

“Come ‘ere boy!” I clapped my hands together as I faced my dog, a miniature poodle who was practically vibrating with energy. Opposite me, my girlfriend did the same. “Come on girl! You can do it! COME TO ME!” We … Continue reading →

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Inktober 11: The God-Man

Posted on October 24, 2017 by Hyacinthe Michael Schwartz

A vision flashed before my eyes as I awoke. Two humanoids of indeterminate species stood together with their miniature offspring held between them. The child was dead, and they were holding the body to the sky while screaming into the … Continue reading →

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Inktober 10: The Alien Cat

Posted on October 10, 2017 by Hyacinthe Michael Schwartz

“Ok Thistle, today’s a special day,” Tanya spoke to her room at large as he she bustled about, knowing her cat would hear (even if it didn’t understand). “Today I go out to visit where Mommy lives. I need to … Continue reading →

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