Joseph Icha
Bio
Whenever I tell people that I'm a writer, they imagine me at my desk with a big neck brace and quill pen like Big Will.
Really, writing is 90% good ideas, and 10% trying to get those ideas to STILL look good once you've written them down.
Stories (5)
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No Sound In Space
(This is the second chapter of "Vipers and Krakens". The first chapter is available right here on Vocal) **************** Just one of the few alliances forged between the United Earth Republic by its Lord President, David Graves, had provided the UE navy with their galactic-class armada. Just upward of two hundred battlecruisers, fashioned with the armour plating and weaponry of a Gustavii warboat.
By Joseph Icha5 years ago in Fiction
What Heroes Do
“You’re a long way from home, girl,” Tremor said darkly. I took a moment to check that Cody was okay. He was alive, at least. His breathing was shallow, but he was breathing. I stood up and squared up to Tremor. She had an entire foot of height over me, but I didn’t let that ruffle my feathers.
By Joseph Icha5 years ago in Fiction
Viridian
July 12th, 1944 The man never asked any questions. That was what stuck in Dietrich’s mind most. In the morning, they would come, and they would beat him, day in and day out. They’d used their fists, their heavy boots, their elbows. They’d use bats, coshes, knuckledusters, knives, thumbscrews, whatever they had. And then they would leave. And hours later, he would come.
By Joseph Icha5 years ago in Fiction
Pushing Up Space Daisies
September 12, 4141 Mission "Saracen" Saffron Dyvora was having a pretty good day before she was almost incinerated. The command deck of HMS Rasputin was in chaos. Captain Mustafa was dead, and every single alert was sounding off across the ship. Energy levels critical, danger close, hull breach.
By Joseph Icha5 years ago in Fiction
