Howdy all,
I apologize for the sudden stop on stories. It’s that time of the year again, notably exams. I have my last one Monday morning, and I hope to get a story up here on the front page soon after I get home from that.
Imperial Literature is going to a once-a-week publishing schedule. Two stories a week was straining to keep up with. I hope this new schedule will result in consistently quality stories for your reading pleasure. The information pages will be updated on Monday to reflect this.
Contest. I had promised one a while back, but that fell on its face (the Halloween contest wasn’t it!). Thus, we’re turning to you all for ideas for the theme, scale, deadline etc. Send your opinions and thoughts, along with any other feedback about Imp Lit, to consadine@gmail.com with “Imp Lit” in the subject line.
Cheers all, thanks for reading,
-Consadine
I hope there will be an exception for everyone’s favourite Smurf, coming 23/12/09!
“Ho ho huwerrrrk!”
“I told him not to have all those cookies and milk!”
It’s the 23rd on my clock… Where’s the STORY?! *shouting and and shooting people randomly* ;}
I’ve put up a new one! Apologies for the wait, I am trying very hard to not dip into the existing Archive for updates. Hopefully the new one is good enough!
There’s also a treat in store for Imp Lit this Christmas season…
A treat you say? Is it cake?
Sorry I have nearly finished Calgar’s Xmas Special 2009, had a couple of unexpectedly busy days plus my Office 07 (which is shit) has crashed so I’m having to edit the document in Notepad… AAARGH
Here’s a teaser from the intro…
It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth, waiting for Gran Turismo 5 to come out. He is the master of mankind by the will of the Prophets, and master of a million worlds by the might of Andy Chambers (sob, come back Andy) and Jervis Johnson. I mean, JERVIS, for feth’s sake? That’s not even a real name, it sounds like something from Dungeons and Dragons, no offence.
The Emperor is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from technology invented during NoPoet’s forthcoming 20K series. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium (the Emperor, not NoPoet) for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die. We’re sure he is really happy about that…
THE REST IS COMING SOON