The snow stretched on for ages, but it didn’t matter in that moment because there was death on the horizon and death is worse than the blistering cold. If you are ever chilled to the bone, be still of mind, be grateful, because you know that you are still alive…you are able to feel it. This is a blessing...this is from the Wolpertinger Code.
Many years later, as he lay on the deck of his boat, Patrick remembered the day he got him. Rembrandt was a German Shorthaired Pointer and was dappled brown. Exceptionally strong and energetic, he needed lots of exercise.
The Easter season began and Grandmama was selling off our belongings. Our sleepy Iowa town sold corn and gossip by the bushel but didn’t have a lot of room for old jazz musicians like Grandmama was. It was the 1950’s.
As writers, it's increasingly important to decide at the beginning or before you finish up and polish your manuscript, what specific genre you're working in. It's important to give your work a marketing persona for pitching and platform building. While you write, if you find your work a bit different within the Speculative Fiction space....it might fit within one of these sub genres and derivatives of Cyperpunk.
