Ethan MasonWhyte Speaks to the PeopleCrowds packed the city streets, crammed together cheek to shoulder to head, one after another, squeezed between doors and windows, young…Sep 21, 2018Sep 21, 2018
Ethan MasonWhy I Write 1,000 Words Every DayI have been writing at least 1,000 words a day now for some time now. This is my attempt to summarise exactly why I am doing so, and why I…Sep 17, 2018Sep 17, 2018
Ethan MasonIsah Whyte takes PowerThe man strode at the front of the group, all six feet four of him clad head to toe in the black-and-burgundy colours of Freedom. The…Sep 15, 2018Sep 15, 2018
Ethan MasonEmpty Under the SeaWater swirled gently over the glass, churning back and forth before his eyes. Several metres below lay the ocean floor, littered with a…Sep 14, 2018Sep 14, 2018
Ethan MasonFirst Draft: Manifesto of the Westmoor Labour Freedom PartyPreludeSep 13, 2018Sep 13, 2018
Ethan MasonKii the Record-KeeperMy name is Record-Keeper, known for that name given to my blade so many centuries ago. In the language of Hafrallam, known mistakenly to…Sep 12, 2018Sep 12, 2018
Ethan MasonBattle at the TowerForward, back, one, two, three, one. Their blades traded strikes in the air. They met, a harsh screech emanating for the scant moment, then…Sep 11, 2018Sep 11, 2018
Ethan MasonArrival at the Hotel PortocapreaThe boat chugged down the city canals, its engine putting away to her left. Buildings rose high all around her, with windows staring down…Sep 10, 2018Sep 10, 2018
Ethan MasonYou Don’t Cheat Nicky“In my defence, he was already dead when I got here.” Morris Adams gestured with his gun to the body on the floor, which was busily engaged…Sep 9, 2018Sep 9, 2018
Ethan MasonGoing Down in HistoryHe rubbed the sleep from his eyes, pushed salt-and-pepper hair back from his fringe and looked Stalin in the eye.Sep 9, 2018Sep 9, 2018