Mailed

My seadragons begin as flopping mudskippers [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mudskipper]. They already have the front legs to pull them around. As time passes, they adapt to their environment and begin evolving into their secondary, humanoid form.

From something strange and a bit ugly looking, they metamorphose into the perfect predator. Humans are drawn to their dangerous sex appeal and the pheromones they produce. A seadragon rarely goes hungry once it attains a human-shape to wear.

I’ve been picture prompting my way through writing "Bryan at the End of the World." It’s oddly cathartic to get my "what if the world ended" fears down in print.

Anyways, this is something I’m working on. It’s not complete, but will appear on Kimichee when it’s done. "Teaser – RE: Bryan at the End of the World" –

= = = =
"Bryan at the End of the World" is a pseudo-sci-fi survivalist story. Bryan Waterson is a 19 year old kid that survives the end of society and the human race by himself.

He watches the world crumble away and his parents and siblings *transform* and it’s horrifying to him. And then there’s the waiting for when he will change, then the misery of being alone, and then finally the fear that he *won’t* ever change.

"They became some beautiful experience. He can see their changed forms merging with the nature around him, new species blooming and growing. And he has to wonder what is wrong with him that he was left behind."

*

Someone said the world would end not with a bang but a whimper, and it was true. The human race came to an end because of antibiotic resistant germs and hubris.

It was a mess of a situation. Humans created their own downfall by pumping themselves and all of their food animals with antibiotics. Then to solve the problem of antibiotic resistant

—-events: too many 100 year olds, cemeteries running out of room, transformative nano-technology. People dying and turning into unnaturally hued flowers. Bryan continues to care for the plants that his family have become. Wonders if they’re still "alive" in there and whether they’re happy or not. Wonders why he was left behind. The only good thing is that it’s easy to tell the once-human plants from regular ones, as they look different.—-

Bryan Waterson wasn’t completely sure about the sequence of events. He knew he was alone and that every person he’d ever met was dead.

All he knew was that he wanted to survive.

I am not a morning person. It’s not the time of day, it’s the waking up. It’s the re-syncing with the rest of the world shock mixed with the mental recap of the day before.

If you ever see me walking around, doing morning people stuff? I’m probably pretty grumpy about it and I might snap when I talk. That or I haven’t been to sleep yet and I’m going to sound a bit loopy.

Anyways, most of the time I like to think that I’m entertaining.

Ghost Whisperer is playing on Ion. It’s the marathon show of the day.

Could you imagine talking to Melinda?

Me as the Ghost Whisperer: jerking around every two minutes. Talking and yelling at people that aren’t there. Suddenly bursting out with obscenities.

I’d be a nervous wreck in a year.