Afrofuturism is on the Radar once again, and this time we explore its relationship to Cyberpunk, a related Science Fiction genre.
Cyberpunk is a…
After a short but perilous climb, the trio reached the top of the dam where the Priestess stood her face ashen, hair rapidly graying and figure gaunt. Out across the land the once green fields and orchards withered and died with the last fading rays of sunset. “Odin’s beard!” exclaimed the Chief. The Knight started towards his wife but a strong hand caught his arm. It was Qatula. Surprised, the Knight tried to pull away from the youth, but could not break…Continue
Looking at the Knight beneath a hairy brow pouring with sweat the Chief sharply asked, “And what in Niffleheim am I supposed to do, keep pushing this rolling anchor while those ugly curs bite off my ass?” Unable to suppress a wicked grin the Knight snapped back, “They’ll be better to go for one of your legs than gnaw on that boney backside of yours!” The Aesir Chief couldn’t help but laugh as he retorted, “I know there’s a drinking song in that!” Looking…Continue
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Throwing both hands up the painted youth replied, “No mischief at all sir Knight! I only know it took all my strength just to get him to lay upon the cart! Each day as night fell, he grew heavier. When we came here last evening, the wheel of the pushcart came off. I couldn’t try to move him until morning and just before dawn, the hyenas attacked us. Long as he is on the cart during the day, Oboe can be pulled along. He is so weak, I think he will soon…Continue
Looking to the Chief, the Knight signaled for him to make ready. Now crouched and stalking forward as to not alert the pack, the Knight looked for the dominant female. The youth swatted and swung his branch hitting the beasts repeatedly but to no real effect. Suddenly, largest of the grinning devils snapped its jaws upon his makeshift weapon and wrenched it from his hands. With no weapon, its fellows dashed towards him! Leaping backwards, the youth…Continue
The natives were restless.
They were always that way whenever they came to the outpost. When it first appeared, it came in the night heralded by the loudest sound the natives have ever heard. It was so great, it became a legend amongst The People. It was the sound that shattered Heaven. The speaker said a piece of…
It is a funny thing, but my life is one of isolation in many ways. Religious folks are not suppose to wonder and wander. I am that but I was a recog before. To train one's eyes like a laser on one so called reality is cautioned. Look intently but not closely. We are taught that the things we worship are irrefutable but we have to believe it all by faith. The truth is that most religions are myths as far as fact goes, the principles are fact hid behind symbols and the mistake we make is that…Continue
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Being awakened in the dead of night to go running in pitch darkness without torch or lamp would normally have the Aesir Chief ready to cut off someone’s head! But on this night, being roused by the Valley Knight to accompany him on an errand for the Priestess put out all fires raging within him. The Chief had to admit, with all his men off on the perilous journey back to their homeland while he stayed behind left his spirits at an all-time low. However, he…Continue
I read the first issue of Damage Control when it first hit the stands back in the early 90's and asked myself, who would have thought about the wreckage of a superhero battle and the logistical nightmare it must be to clean up; someone who had a little bit of experience cleaning up after other people. I related to the comic immediately, and though I had no idea who Dwayne McDuffie was at the time, I was certain I would hear…Continue
The Third Wave is Rising!
Most in the media want to characterize what is happening in the Middle East as something new but for a fact the upheavel is but the latest phase, the third wave, in a social evolution brought on by the information age. It is a phenomenon that may result in the end of the world order as we know it. I outline my premis in my latest Podcast entitled "The Third Wave."
The talking heads and politicians want us to believe that higher energy prices is the…Continue
Added by Elbert Lewis,Jr. on February 22, 2011 at 8:21am — No Comments
I would like to let everyone know that my completely rewritten novel "The Dawn of MAN" is now available from iUniverse and Amazon Kindle. I describe it has a hard hitting, fast paced and imaginative story of revenge, redemption, the bond of friendship and the triumph of man against overwhelming odds.
In the near future, another war in the middle east, skyrocketing energy costs, the crash of the stock market and civil unrest will set America ablaze. At a pivotal point in history,…Continue
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The oppressive heat of the summer sun hammered down upon the lush green landscape of growing crops. A hot breeze rustled the leaves of uncounted soy bean, corn and rice plants. Insects fleeing ravenous field birds flew in intricate patterns to save their lives. All was as it should be. The pulse of life within this unlikely oasis in so vast a desert beat with invigorating energy. Suddenly the breeze changed direction. The dueling birds and insects abruptly…Continue
She was Annabelle’s shadow, trailing the dark woman as she rode in horse drawn carriages, sipped wine on balconies, danced in chandelier lit ballrooms. But she always returned home to her quarter alongside the river.
Now the twin moons shined through twisted branches. The vampire followed their light down the dusty road to the…Continue
From the Carl Brandon Society site:
The Carl Brandon Parallax Award is given to works of speculative fiction created by a self-identified person of color. This Award includes a $1000 cash prize.
"The Carl Brandon Kindred Award is given to any work of speculative fiction dealing with issues of race and ethnicity; nominees may be of any racial or ethnic group. This Award includes a $1000 cash prize.…Continue
Added by Judith Howard on February 16, 2011 at 3:41pm — No Comments
The Archangel Michael waited. He heard the warning claxons, not activated since the Great Pogram, six centuries earlier and extended his senses to the Guardians at the Four Gates. Each had turned its attention skyward. They all locked onto a streaking…
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Greetings, I am Jerry Darnell McLeaurin. The Author of The Mystery’s of Rozika. It is here where I pose the question of what could be considered real beyond my own skepticism. I know that it is somewhat impossible to initially become one’s own skeptic, though it is my experience, as a person living in America, to doubt things that…Continue
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