The Southgate Chronicles


Stories from the gate:

The southgate lies at a point in the universe where a parallel unfolds and folds simultaneously.
Where nothing is constant.
Time adheres to no rules.

Etched on a stone slab at this gate from someone unknown are the words:

"All that you think and know is but a flash in the alchemists eye.
There are no boundaries you can escape through.
It is an endless void in time and space,
where all merges and flows like a serpent within and coils down the spiral
And carries the hope and future for all the universe

If you stare into it, you will miss it.
when you blink, you will see it all.

Take a breath. Turn the key.
All knowledge is here"

Today comes a tale outside a coffee shop, where hangs the sign "Diesel Cafe"

well start with...........
Katerina leans over to pick up a piece of paper. it is slightly burned.
The only words she can make out are "infiltrate deception..... on the 42nd.....quantitive marker past junction 180........"

Not knowing what this means, she tosses it to the ground again.
She goes into the cafe and Criket pours her coffee....while outside the paper...


::End part one::


she stood there gazing down in the canyon below.
a hot dry wind blowing with a hollow howl.
no birds of prey circled above.
the sun for a while seems to linger longer in one spot.
and the red clay ground cast upward its hue in the air.

on the desert road had stopped a trucker.
a patrol car had driven up and so began the usual...

" the engine blew. she just gave out."
"did you call for assistance?"
"nah. my boss would have my ass if he knew I was out this way.
...I heard about this short cut for a faster way to junction 180"

the officer laughs and radios for something she can't hear.

then facing back to the trucker he says "there's a dust storm rolling in. we'll try to get you on your way before it hits. "


a rising lull of a whisper then sounds behind her.
exhaling a tedious sigh,
she turns and with electric blue chalk, draws in the air.
an outline begins to arc with small wisps of vapor and then dissipates.

with her work finished here she begins to leave and climbs down the rocky foothill.
Without looking back, she hesitates before vanishing behind the treeline.

More to come...