Below are a pair of openings to incomplete stories. The intention was to let them gestate. But I've posted them on here on the basis of possibly [read: who knows if ever, but let's just be 'optimistic'] continuing them -- maybe on CHYOA, likely somewhere else, possibly on the Kindle. Either way there's only room for one. Because Father Time's a fascist.

To the present readers: you may comment on which one you would like to see returned to, if any of these at all pique your interest, and, while no guarantee as to time windows and work-speed will be made, at least there'll be a crack of light or something. The two prologues below are, individually, geneses to different beasts of story; one being a more traditional, long-form, character driven MC narrative. The other, that, but also sufficiently not.

If nothing else, thought I'd put these somewhere before an earthquake split my house and ate up my hard drive. In which there would be plenty others lost to the core of our blue rock. Can't save them all, Clark.

[These works were written some time between 2016 and 2018.]