Introduction

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I am trying my hand at creative writing—these two trilogies of short stories set in a dystopian near future. I intentionally use different genres and characters for each, but model after GitS:SAC for interconnectiveness. I hope you will enjoy these fanciful flights of fiction.

Trilogy 1: Ashes of Refrain

Beneath Neon Skies

(Noir Mystery / Political Thriller – San Francisco)
A detective story uncovering the machinery of propaganda, complicity, and memory erasure.


  2. Ghost Signals: A Descent
    (Psychological Horror / Techno-thriller – Seattle)
    The haunting collapse of consciousness under total surveillance and Lovecraftian techno-horror.


  4. The Murals of Harmony
    (Literary Noir / Institutional Critique – Portland)
    A bureaucrat’s tragic struggle against the machinery of community erasure and archival resistance.


Trilogy 2: Firebird Rising

  1. The Glowing City
    (Magical Realism / Urban Fable – Los Angeles)
    A blind artist’s murals ignite collective memory, beauty, and coded resistance in the city’s forgotten alleys.


  3. Distributed Light
    (Speculative Fiction / Techno-Utopian Thriller – Bay Area)
    An underground collective builds resilient, aesthetic-driven AI to activate and connect resistance across the landscape.


  5. Roots in the Cloud
    (Social Mosaic / Community Epic – Cascadia, multiple Pacific cities)
    A multi-perspective journey of families, artists, and technologists forging new communal bonds as the Phoenix Code transforms into living heritage.

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