SticksNTricks' Writing Shticks

(This is a work in progress and does not reflect the final draft. These are the first two sample chapters.) I The Kowloon Walled City; once upon a time it was an ungoverned, forgotten, densely populated city with the highest rate of drug abuse, triad activity and prostitution in Kowloon. The Walled City grew over the past couple hundred years. The Chinese government restructured their policies that would allow less restricting child birth rates. At the same time, the policies restructured the city in a way to migrate homeless or lower income residents to the expanded segments. The entire area of Kowloon City eventually became a part of the new Walled City. Houses stacked upon houses upon commercial structures, Chinese manufacturing organizations dominated the rooftops, and the borders managed by the military. With so many new additions, there was bound to be tension and unrest within the populace. The tight knit community grew into a network, and Triad activity tripled s...

Hello readers! I hope everything is going well on your end as it is for me. This is one of those rare moments where I post some personal stuff that may or may not interfere or tie with my creative projects. There's also going to be some plans I have in store for the future so that I can better manage, organize and track my work.  First off is some New Dawn Initiative stuff. I've not yet touched base on that for a while but I'm sure to bring in some new materials for the coming week. Expect a couple articles and some stories on the series.  Second; next week I will be back in college for my last semester for my duel major associates. It has been a long time coming given how different community college works and all that, especially given some early year complications. I expect my days to be short there since I've so few classes left to get my two degrees. Though that doesn't mean I won't have as much free time to devote into writing given the kind of schoo...

I am Calvas Jones. My life once revolved around the mechanics of clockworks. Every gear, every mainspring, motors with their adjustments and patterns, how to synchronize them in perfect harmony with the hours of our planet. The music I hear with every tick, a testament of my success. Works of art to me while a mere complex contraption to others. However, my work ensures these timekeepers make their way in the hands of man. The shop has seen better days though. Rarely have I been in to tend the place. Not many customers were willing to purchase my merchandise. However, it was a very rough time. One where I was fortunate enough to keep my house and store. Unfortunately, I could not make a substantial amount needed to keep the infrastructures alive, and my fortune would not last forever. I had fought tooth and nail in the past to keep my father’s store running. At that time, I was but a mere boy barely reaching adulthood. Even when The Great War took his life, I persevered. Until thr...