E.S. Wynn's Blog, page 5

Cool Blues of Fresno Bay

            The decision comes easily. Tonight, I will be male.            The choice is purely an aesthetic one. The silicon mote embedded in the neural tissue of my frontal lobe responds to the thought, shifts sections of meta-biomatter until the curves are there, the lines and the bulges. Muscles surge as I flex, observe, adjust. Meaty is what I'm going for. Strong, toned, but not too strong.

2016 Retrospective

2016 was a bit of a wild year for me. I was so busy and so caught up in a new and wonderful relationship that I almost forgot to do a retrospective. I suppose I'm still coming back to a stable place after all the craziness of 2014 and 2015.

During 2016, I wrote and published What Will Be and Old Blades, Older Magic. I also laid the ground work for a number of other

Dreaming III

A Letter For A Woman Who Doesn't Exist

"Hey," you say, smiling as you stand, greeting me at the door. Your hands take mine, strong and soft as you stretch to the tips of your toes to kiss me. I feel the brush of your sleeves, breathe in the gently sweet scent that rises as I pull you close. You are exactly what I need. I am exactly what you need, and every moment in the day has been lived

2015 Retrospective

2015 was the Year of Hell for me. Everything that mattered to me fell apart or was destroyed. I spent months and months living day to day, often wishing I wouldn't wake with the coming morning. I lived with my now ex-wife for months while she was head-over-heels in love with another man, and dealt with all of the "fun" that includes and entails. In June I started working for a law office, and

Against Atlantis

Check out the first episode of "Against Atlantis", my new steampunk-themed series now available to read in Clockwork Magazine!

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Phantom Beloved

Sometimes in my dreams, I hear your voice. Sometimes when I wake in the cold, lonely darkness of the deep night, I pull the sheets close to my chest and can almost feel you breathing there beside me, so close, yet there is nothing. Nothing but my own breath, the icy air beyond the heat and fire of need roaring through me.
I know exactly what you look like, my beloved, yet I've never seen you

punkPunk

Recently, one of my favorite authors sent me a copy of "punkPunk,""punkPunk" is one of the best books to come out of the indie scene that I have ever read. The editing is impeccable, the stories are detail dense and fascinating without dragging. Every story in this collection grabbed me and kept me reading. Highly recommended.





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One Month Left!

Revved up over Mad Max? Prepare yourself for "Sweat, Steel and Cruise Control", a high-octane anthology in-progress through Rogue Planet Press! Writers wanted, so spread the word!

Submission Guidelines:
OPEN SUBMISSION CALL: Sweat, Steel, and Cruise Control

Deadline: June 30, 2015 – or until full

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Flash fiction & Short Stories (1,000 – 6,000 words)

Poetry

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The World That Was. . .

In my life, there have been few achievements thus far that have meant as much to me as this one does.

"Whispers Of The World That Was" is not only my official (canon) contribution to my favorite author's sci-fi universe, it will also be my 60th book in print. It brings the post-apocalyptic world of Wraeththu home, for me, as it takes place in the Gold Country, near the Rift of the Damned. How