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TIN UNIVERSE DAILY #237


#237

There are so many versions of some stories.
Especially when a prospective to the title of The Pledge is screwing with reality in Utah.

She did not know what to do. Would you? Yes, she was frightened. Bet her life right down to her feet she was scared. Her arms were shaking so badly they ached. This was fear on a level most people won’t ever be faced with.
She was tired also. Her knees where holding her up only by the fact that the wall she had backed against was holding the rest of her up, but through the fear and the fatigue there was something else there.
She held her sword with its shinning green blade up with both hands to try and keep them at a distance to help her not only catch her breath but also just get a few moments to think.
Everything happened so fast when the battle broke. One minute she was preparing to be on the training grounds of Camelot and the next she was being hunted through the old ruins in the Mardock Forest by a group of vampires who were part of a bigger army attacking the city.
See no army attacked Camelot. It just didn’t happen. No one attacked Camelot itself, the outer lands yes, maybe, but not the city. This was one of those things that did not happen in life that just should not be happening to those living the events. At least that is the way the person living the events think.
The vampires basically came out of nowhere, just as vampires tend to do. She was cinching up her horse’s saddle when the first strikes of the attack started.
Alone in the stables outside of the cities walls is where she found herself. This is the place knights in training are required to stable their horse but also where the first blood was drawn in this sudden war that erupted in The Kingdom Of Merlin’s Watch as the underworld calls Camelot.
The first one to strike at her and maybe the first one to cut the first blow of battle in the attack came from behind. From behind her and out from the shadows in a corner of the stables hardly used because of reasons not worth mentioning.
Her training made her turn swiftly drawing her sword when she heard footsteps walking softly behind her but then there was no one there. Could she have imagined it was the thought that crossed her mind first? The training with Sir Gwain had become very intense of late and she was not sleeping that well thinking about her Knighthood Trial; which was in a month’s time.
But the thought of imagining footsteps was transformed into a nothing thought when she turned back to her horse to find the animal she had named as a child Cloud laying on the ground dead of a broken neck, though she did not know the cause at this time. The huge in weight animal had been killed and gently laid to the ground that made up the floor of the stable and the thing that had done this deed was standing across from her in the stable with a blood smeared smile on its face.
Her first thoughts when drawing her sword up into a combat stance was how the atmosphere of the barn had grown cold. She had been told of Vampires during her training with Merlin but never thought she would come to see one herself. Face to face.
Merlin had told all Knights of Camelot during their education training the story of how the vampires had been banished to a sand land by himself, another wizard called Delta, alongside Knights of Camelot to a place of eternal grit and fear.
The vampire in the barn with her was dressed from head to toe in what appeared to be black bandages and from across the barn the young knight in training could smell an odor most rancid that could only have come from one direction.
This vampire at first stood in the very spot she first saw him standing without any sort of movement at all. Vampires are very good at being still, without a heartbeat to hold you back still is a natural state to be in. But she was surprised when its first movements came in words spoken in speech that were lined with an accent foreign to her, ‘A little pup knight of Camelot I have here. Yes, a crusader in training. They send me out as scout to sing them in to attack but I also find myself a snack.’
She pushed her feet and her sword forward a few inches, ‘Back to Hell with you, creature of Satan!’
The vampire stood straighter almost pride filled in the words that came from the young knight directed towards him, ‘Oh, but sir knight is it not one of the very sons of Satan who sits by the right side of your King? I am just a humble pet of my master.’
‘Which Lord do you serve creature?’ she asked
‘My lord is not of Heaven nor Hell. He hates both just the same. My lord is not one who speaks in riddles or plays games of sides. My lord and master is eternal. He has walked with The Setting Sun and The Morning Star and stood within the past and the future.’
She moved forward even closer to the vampire, ‘What is you masters name so I can curse him after cutting off your head?’
‘My master is feared by the name of his birth place, Russia.’
But as the name of the creature’s master left its bloody lips the young knight in training began to hear screams in the night air and found herself surrounded now by four other creatures of the night who appeared from smoke which had drifted in through the stables side door without her notice.
The vampires who surrounded her in a circle with the bandage wrapped one wore not bandages but armor that shined as black as the Knights Of The Round Tables armor shined white and in their hands they held swords that curved like a demons tongue.
She stood with her sword still facing the smaller vampire without much idea for how she would get out of this fight alive when charging into the stables a familiar face came swinging sword in hand, taking off the heads of two of the armored vampires before they could even move in speed.
It was Sir Gwain, one of the most noble of King Arthur’s Knights and a founding member of The Round Table. He placed himself where he could stand back to back with the young knight, ‘I thought you may need a hand in the stables?’
Her arms seemed to almost grow stronger hearing his voice, ‘Yes, the low duties of a squire sometimes need the help of a High Knight.’
Gwain looked at her from the corner of his eye and smiled as more armored vampires appeared in the stables from smoke that came from nothingness.
The small vampire who had jumped up high into the hayloft when Sir Gwain entered was now hanging by clawed feet from the loft, ‘Outnumbered are the shiny knights of daylight.’
The battle started as the armored vampires charged the back to back warriors. The banter was loud as the knights shouted while taking down vampires. The knight in training having to cut off heads to vanquish the enemy while human death wounds from Gwain’s green blade would take down the creatures as if they were mere mortals themselves.
‘Fight on Knights Of Camelot for our army is eternal in numbers!’ shouted the small vampire from his lofty perch.
‘So is your mouth without the courage of battle worm?’ shouted back Gwain
The two warriors were getting tired and worried about what was going on in the rest of the city as battle was heard loud from outside the stables. As the number doubled of tongued blades flying at them Gwain was caught with a cut across his face, a fatal blow, and he fell at the feet of his daughter, his sword turning to plant roots and rooting itself to the ground as his last breath passed away and it settled with the straw and dust on the ground.
The daughter, the knight in training, had no time to grieve because she was fighting for her life full of anger and hate already at thoughts of friends and other family members who could be dying. As she began to swing wild, knowing this was not a way to survive in battle she noticed that as there were many vampires fighting her more were guarding the smaller vampire as he watched in joy at the battle that was raging in the stables still hung from the hayloft ceiling.
Joanshir the daughter of Sir Gwain and The Maiden Of The Green throw her sword as hard as she could and it perched the heart of the smaller vampire and it fell from the loft slamming to the floor with a huge force for such a small creature. She did not have time to think of why this did not kill this particular vampire but instead was glade her thoughts where right as all of the other vampires in the stable turned their attention from her to the fallen vampire in bandages.
She looked at her father for a second but could not afford a second more. Joanshir grabbed her father’s sword, pulled it from the rooted ground. It changed back to its green blade form as she gripped it, and she dived out a side stable door facing The Mardock Forest and ran for the trees in thought to gather her wits before heading back to battle and defend the city her father loved and died for.
The Mardock Forest was a place by Merlin’s own words where the pain of the future was polluting the past. But all the things Merlin has said that is wise is out distanced by the things he has said that just confuse most of The Knights Of Camelot, and though Joanshir has learned much from Merlin she also has grown to take everything that comes from his mouth with a grain of untrust. Most Knights think along the same as her and almost all have taken Merlin’s words as a warning and stayed clear of the forest. All but her father who took up the charge of protecting it from the enemies of Camelot. Thus was his duty and that of all he trained, so she knew actually where to head in her mad sprint away from blood hungry vampires.
Deep in the center of the forest stood very old and out of place ruins. Out of ordinary for the place the lands the ruins sat on. Some of them appeared normal to a person of the time to be the ruins of what once was a small castle but other parts of the ruins where beyond understanding to the smartest of this time and place but these things to be state were not of magic but of our time.
As in you and me dear reader.
There were rusted husks of jeeps from The Korean War, tanks from The Gulf War, and armaments used during the American Revolutionary War.
Joanshir also loved the forest beyond the belief of even her father. She saw it as wonder and adventure she could touch. As a child or adult it also felt safe but as she ran towards her former safe place she started hearing soft running footsteps behind her.
These were the footsteps of the dead.
Jumping over a wall made of materials she had never seen elsewhere she began crawling through a tunnel she had found when she was in her youth and when she was smaller because she is squeezing her way through the tunnel right now with a little difficulty.
The tunnel led to an armory her father had built up. The armory was mostly a collection of sort for him to stare at but all fully functional and ready for battle if needed. Jumping down from the crawl space entrance tunnel her mind was racing. Her father used an entrance that led down from the castle archery area.
Her father is now dead.
She quickly learned that without a torch the armory was quite dark but the green glow from her father’s sword kept her from tripping over anything. Above her head she could hear feet moving about and loud thuds hitting the ground. A battle is raging above. Grabbing a small cross given to her father by Merlin, bags of crystal stones, and a few more daggers she headed back up the crawl space.
Emerging from the small entrance she heard silence. No swords clashing, no armor splitting. Turning slowly she felt her heart twist and started to speed up the beats and it pounded within her chest as she saw the battle scene that she heard from below ground. Twelve Defender Knights dead and standing among the noble bodies are six armored vampires. They turned at once spotting her and started their charge forward.
Joanshir backed up. Seeing the bodies lying there may have been the last straw for her spirit. She backed up stumbling over her own feet and fell backwards against a left standing wall in the ruins. The armored vampires surrounded her. She pushed her sword out and tried to catch her breath thinking of nothing but the fact that her moment of death seemed to be approaching.

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An Original Publication of System* Publishing, a Tin Universe book published by System*Publishing, a division of System*Productions, Melbourne, Florida. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead or living dead, is entirely and very much so in the coincidental.
Smashwords Edition Copyright © 2015, Brian C. WilliamsSystem*Productions. Tin Universe Daily, and all related titles, characters, and elements are trademarks of System*Productions. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. While unauthorized reproduction is sometimes needed, please remember us writers types are for the most part a poor lot just in search of a ways to tell our stories and enough money to add to our Doctor Who collections….well, at least that fits me. For more information on Tin Universe Daily, the artists who contributed to this book, and Tin Universe contact System*Productions at hangofwednesday@gmail.com
Written by Brian C. Williams
Edited by Brian C. Williams
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Cover Digital Work by 74 Images

Saturday, January 30, 2016

TIN UNIVERSE DAILY #236


#236

There are so many versions of some stories.
Especially when a prospective to the title of The Pledge is screwing with reality in Utah.

I hate the education of learning that a life is a lifeless joke,
Waking up to my face in the mirror dead with eyes no longer blue I turn to try,
Voting for rainbows is dreaming and believing,
Not much more than shooting at a penny because it lied,
The captain pulls on his boots for the dreaming is dying and so is his whole world,
The Record appears out of nowhere to try and push back that mighty horde,
We dance upon our fights and that gets us through this life,
But giving up is a choice that is there for choosing within all the strife,
Devil cheering goblins looking for me to…I turn and I try,

999999999

I need a tree where I can hang my head,
Maybe from a rope,
Hey, it was worth being said,
Who has not thought of ripping away their own life?
I could hang and swing and spin and dine on the bright beautiful and happy Florida sunshine,
I need a tree where I could hang my fate,
Because it seems, I’m trying at all of this too late,
This life is a pisser and listening hurts,
I hate waking up with the skin of a I’ve been doing this all the time shirt,
I need a tree where you can hang your hate,
Push it behind you because it is past its use by date,
I don’t know why you hang around inside,
You look into the mirror the same as I do,
You just claim to have never lied,
Hang a passage from The Book Of Squares,
Hang it upside down beside the ever-lasting flares,
Ignore your peace because it’s a gain of blood,
Hang it alongside yourself Mr. President all in love,
I need a tree to hang some words,
Maybe from some rips from those I’ve loved,
Take a little and here from those I’ve read,
Maybe just once before I’m dead,
Maybe I could hang and swing and spin and dine on something I’m proud of,
Something of mine,

999999999

It is nothing more than just a notion of trying to retrieve something within while dreaming. But it was also the time and place where the legends were taken…

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An Original Publication of System* Publishing, a Tin Universe book published by System*Publishing, a division of System*Productions, Melbourne, Florida. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead or living dead, is entirely and very much so in the coincidental.
Smashwords Edition Copyright © 2015, Brian C. WilliamsSystem*ProductionsTin Universe Daily, and all related titles, characters, and elements are trademarks of System*Productions. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. While unauthorized reproduction is sometimes needed, please remember us writers types are for the most part a poor lot just in search of a ways to tell our stories and enough money to add to our Doctor Who collections….well, at least that fits me. For more information on Tin Universe Daily, the artists who contributed to this book, and Tin Universe contact System*Productions at hangofwednesday@gmail.com
Written by Brian C. Williams
Edited by Brian C. Williams
Any Additional Photography by Stainless Photography

Cover Digital Work by 74 Images

Friday, January 29, 2016

TIN UNIVERSE DAILY #235


#235

There are so many versions of some stories.
Especially when a prospective to the title of The Pledge is screwing with reality in Utah.

Hell, you know that place of overheating.
Mountains and mountains of nothing but lava pits, red clay, and sulfur rock is what Hell is. The only signs of life unless you travel down into one of the pits are stray bones that on appearance appear to have been thrown about here and there. The bones which are mostly from non-human races that enjoyed pain too much for the normal tortures Hell offers are signs of just how real Hell is.
A lie told about Hell by the mythology makers is that you go there only in spiritual form. This just is not true by a long shot. When you set foot or whatever sort of appendage you move around with or without you are actually given a new body for the torturous pain that is awaiting you, an immortal flesh form perfect and ready for the pleasures of the creatures created to inhabit this realm to play with.
Another misconception about Hell is that it is not a true place of substance. A lot of bullshit centers around it being either a state of mind after death or some holy section of creation.
Hell was actually one of the first things to come into creation but at that time it was nothing more than a realm of primordial black matter, but after the great rebellion in Heaven Lucifer chose it as his place of banishment when he was cast down and had hoped for it to be also his standing ground for his counter confrontation but he had other roles to play that no one in creation even knew about as he found himself also a slave to Destiny and became the King Of Hell and The Eternal Damnation.
Down within The Throne Pit Of Hell at the center of Lucifer’s kingdom a conversation is on its finishing moments between Lucifer and someone who has become a being of great interest to him, ‘You were given safe passage here to see what will await you no matter what you do. How does that feel?’ asked Lucifer
‘Feels like justice,’ Delta told him.
Lucifer’s fingernails scratched into his once beautiful skin as he stood from his throne and placed his hands behind his back. He would love to just rip apart this flesh standing in front of him but knows he would be judged forever if he stepped into that direction and he wants this man’s soul and flesh but that soul is being keep somewhere else in creation and not within his reach as of yet.
‘Welting flowers are in my garden, and my sunshine is raindrops on broken dreams. I am Lucifer, The Morning Star, The Singer and one day I will have your soul to eat just like I had hers Dream Healer.’
Delta looked away from Lucifer to the Angel Ravel who will stand behind the throne of Hell until Judgment Day as an eye for Heaven to the deeds of Hell.
‘One day can be a day very far away,’ Delta said.
Lucifer smiled, ‘I can wait.’
The Dream Healer’s paratrooper boots slightly stirred up a little sulfur dust from the ground as he turned away from the throne, ‘I guess then I will see you again someday but now I have somewhere else to be.’ Then he gave a slight bow of indifference, ‘King Of Hell.’
With that gesture he turned fully away from the burning throne and walked away into his future. As he climbed up the steep hill of red clay and sulfur rock that led out from the throne pit the whole of Hell shook in anger at the defiance of one of its future citizens.
As The Dream Healer left Hell Lucifer walked over to were stood Ravel as always straight in posture and ready to fly if he hears the voice speak to him, ‘Do you believe in redemption for all still loyal Angel of Heaven?’ Lucifer asked Ravel.
Ravel stirred only slightly turning his flaming sword which is forever pressed into the soil of Hell until needed, ‘All have true redemption open to them Morning Star but that one has a closed destiny just as you do.’

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An Original Publication of System* Publishing, a Tin Universe book published by System*Publishing, a division of System*Productions, Melbourne, Florida. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead or living dead, is entirely and very much so in the coincidental.
Smashwords Edition Copyright © 2015, Brian C. WilliamsSystem*Productions. Tin Universe Daily, and all related titles, characters, and elements are trademarks of System*Productions. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. While unauthorized reproduction is sometimes needed, please remember us writers types are for the most part a poor lot just in search of a ways to tell our stories and enough money to add to our Doctor Who collections….well, at least that fits me. For more information on Tin Universe Daily, the artists who contributed to this book, and Tin Universe contact System*Productions at hangofwednesday@gmail.com
Written by Brian C. Williams
Edited by Brian C. Williams
Any Additional Photography by Stainless Photography
Cover Digital Work by 74 Images

Thursday, January 28, 2016

TIN UNIVERSE DAILY #234


#234

There are so many versions of some stories.
Especially when a prospective to the title of The Pledge is screwing with reality in Utah.

The Dream Trail,
Within the sleep of a creative mind seeped in pain the mountains of Virginia where burning. This burning was caused by a Troop march across The Appalachian Trail and up one side of the mountains of the city of Norton and now down towards the city itself. Just as with the fires in the mountains of Montana caused by Troop marches looking for Free Runners, this march also was one planned and smiled upon.
The march itself was a sight of power to see. Close to 100 men and women dressed all in blue with weapons in hand heading straight at a gathering of The Feline, a subculture who were protesting peacefully to be heard about their goal of obtaining the right to love and procreate without government control. They were positioned about halfway up one side of the mountain.
He stood below from a view from behind the Feline rally. His boots where combat boots like those worn by WWII American Paratroopers, his pants and suspenders the sort worn by Union soldiers during the American Civil War, the shirt a t-shirt black and just that black, and wrapped all around him was a long blood red duster that once was black but now dusted red by Mars dust seeping into the cracks of the jacket. He wears it as reminders.
He stood there thinking about choices. His blue eyes looked down as he lowered his head. His eyes then went up in a different color and he began running up the hill, up the mountain. He fought his way through the crowd shoving people down and elbowing those who tried to block his trek to where he found himself standing at the front of the protest line just as the flame throwers in the hands of the Troop soldiers were within killing distance, they pulled their triggers and he screamed something loud that may have been translated in some languages as, ‘Not again!’

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The sale of this book without its cover….well, is, sort of, impossible since it really doesn’t have a cover but let us go through the legal spray out anyways. If you purchased this book without a cover, you should be aware that it was reported to the publisher as “unsold and destroyed.” Hands up to you who have books like this in your collection? Now that I put my hand down we can continue with the credits and copyright and legal and stuff that people just don’t ever pay attention to unless it is pumping their own horn.
An Original Publication of System* Publishing, a Tin Universe book published by System*Publishing, a division of System*Productions, Melbourne, Florida. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead or living dead, is entirely and very much so in the coincidental.
Smashwords Edition Copyright © 2015, Brian C. WilliamsSystem*Productions. Tin Universe Daily, and all related titles, characters, and elements are trademarks of System*Productions. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. While unauthorized reproduction is sometimes needed, please remember us writers types are for the most part a poor lot just in search of a ways to tell our stories and enough money to add to our Doctor Who collections….well, at least that fits me. For more information on Tin Universe Daily, the artists who contributed to this book, and Tin Universe contact System*Productions at hangofwednesday@gmail.com
Written by Brian C. Williams
Edited by Brian C. Williams
Any Additional Photography by Stainless Photography
Cover Digital Work by 74 Images

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

TIN UNIVERSE DAILY #233


#233

There are so many versions of some stories.
Especially when a prospective to the title of The Pledge is screwing with reality in Utah.

A time within no time later, from the last time, inside a room contained by the house of Death, on the floor was a body.
This room has only been used 3 other times to delay judgment.
And once more in the future.
Into this room nothing in creation can see, but for the eyes within it there is nothing here happening. It contained no furniture except for one old wooden chair sitting in one far corner from the door and a mirror dresser with a washbasin sitting on top of it filled with Vodka.
Standing over the male human body, which was shaking because of the fact of being naked on the cold stone floor, was a figure almost shinning with power.
The figure doing the standing was wearing a green suit which was without a wrinkle, smooth as if never touched, not even so much as for someone having ever put it on.
The figure bent down and put one hand on the floor for balance and cupped his other hand around his mouth so he could whisper in the shaking man’s ear, ‘You have been given a chance. You will never be granted salvation but you can walk a different path for a while longer. It is your choice though. This is not a gift but a further curse for your dammed existence.’
The unclothed body continued to shake but slowly his blue eyes began to open.

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An Original Publication of System* Publishing, a Tin Universe book published by System*Publishing, a division of System*Productions, Melbourne, Florida. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead or living dead, is entirely and very much so in the coincidental.
Smashwords Edition Copyright © 2015, Brian C. WilliamsSystem*Productions. Tin Universe Daily, and all related titles, characters, and elements are trademarks of System*Productions. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. While unauthorized reproduction is sometimes needed, please remember us writers types are for the most part a poor lot just in search of a ways to tell our stories and enough money to add to our Doctor Who collections….well, at least that fits me. For more information on Tin Universe Daily, the artists who contributed to this book, and Tin Universe contact System*Productions at hangofwednesday@gmail.com
Written by Brian C. Williams
Edited by Brian C. Williams
Any Additional Photography by Stainless Photography
Cover Digital Work by 74 Images

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

TIN UNIVERSE DAILY #232


#232

There are so many versions of some stories.
Especially when a prospective to the title of The Pledge is screwing with reality in Utah.

The structure within the desert setting was in appearance very large, about the size of an oilrig and very tall at that.
About the size of a skyscraper.
Two abouts is probably 1 too many.
It had barbwire like veins that moved in and out from the building that you could see within the metal like veins what appeared to be fingers, thousands of fingers floating through, up and down within a tan colored liquid.
The grounds just around the building were a tall growth of giant sized apple trees; which covered the fact that a very small wooden door laid at the front of the structure.
Funny enough the trees where giant but the apples where normal size.
Someone must love apples around this place.
The two older gentlemen we met earlier now are walking in their Napoleon outfits approaching one of the apple trees, one that sits right in front of the main, and seemly only entrance door.
‘Should the both of us be here? What if we end up trapped in Death’s realm… we will be the cause of the type of chaos we are here to try and stop?’
‘Death would not have even granted just one of us an audience.’
They began to dig through the huge pile of apples which were lying against the door until they finally had the area in front of the door clear. Then the door swung open without warning knocking them both to the ground.
‘I guess our presence is known?’
‘Can’t get much by this old bugger.’
‘And you can’t get much older than him either.’
One of the gentlemen peeked his head into the door, ‘You know the last time I was here they served sushi.’
The other one shoved him through the door, ‘For a creature that does not need to eat you sure are hungry a good deal of the time I’m around you… and I’m always around you.’
The older gentlemen walked through the darkness of many very empty and long corridors only guided by a floating flame candle and their own ability to see in the dark, though this dark was dark dark.
A shadow folded into a most terrible demise. That was what happens within this sort of darkness.
After a walk that was over an hour in time the gentlemen came upon a dining room with a long table that could sit fifty people easy on each side. At the long away from them end of the table was a fireplace and standing in front of the fireplace was a figure dressed all in green.
‘Welcome brothers.’

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The sale of this book without its cover….well, is, sort of, impossible since it really doesn’t have a cover but let us go through the legal spray out anyways. If you purchased this book without a cover, you should be aware that it was reported to the publisher as “unsold and destroyed.” Hands up to you who have books like this in your collection? Now that I put my hand down we can continue with the credits and copyright and legal and stuff that people just don’t ever pay attention to unless it is pumping their own horn.
An Original Publication of System* Publishing, a Tin Universe book published by System*Publishing, a division of System*Productions, Melbourne, Florida. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead or living dead, is entirely and very much so in the coincidental.
Smashwords Edition Copyright © 2015, Brian C. WilliamsSystem*Productions. Tin Universe Daily, and all related titles, characters, and elements are trademarks of System*Productions. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. While unauthorized reproduction is sometimes needed, please remember us writers types are for the most part a poor lot just in search of a ways to tell our stories and enough money to add to our Doctor Who collections….well, at least that fits me. For more information on Tin Universe Daily, the artists who contributed to this book, and Tin Universe contact System*Productions at hangofwednesday@gmail.com
Written by Brian C. Williams
Edited by Brian C. Williams
Any Additional Photography by Stainless Photography
Cover Digital Work by 74 Images

Monday, January 25, 2016

TIN UNIVERSE DAILY #231


#231

There are so many versions of so many stories.
Especially when a prospective to the title of The Pledge is screwing with reality in Utah.

So this sure isn’t Germany at any time in history.
It appears in perception to be a place where water has washed over stones shaped like outdoor furniture
 In perception as humans perceive things it looks as if over time, century’s maybe, is that how you spell century’s or is it centuries? Anyways, the water had smoothed out everything around for miles in sight. From the stone grass that now looked like stone laid ground plates, to the chairs and tables which now appear as they were once living chocolates who melted in the sun and became very sad.
Was my brain melting when I wrote this?
Sitting on a bench feeding pigeons popcorn were two older men dressed both in the uniforms worn by the like of Napoleon.
‘We have lost our Dream Healer to The Spiders.’
‘Her thirst to save lives cost us a lot.’
‘We must create another.’
‘But her last words created a prophecy that is popping up all over creation. What about this group of 9?’
‘I say it’s not a worry of ours. We are not out for rule or power as the others are.’
‘The attention also… it could… What about the chaos of these times?’
‘That is nothing to the chaos that will come if our world begins to crumble.’
‘We must then make this one outside their reach. To exist only within this realm, to fight for this reality.’
‘And to do that we must visit Death.’
‘So be it then. If we must. Though I always get depressed after going there.’
The pigeons surrounded the older gentlemen. One hoped up on the bench to sit down between them. The pigeon shuffled its tail feathers against the bench to get comfortable, ‘When are you guys going to do something about all of these sex dreams? I remember back in my youth…’
But before he could continue the two gentlemen got up and walked away.
‘What? Oh, come on. I’m not the only one tired of them!’

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The sale of this book without its cover….well, is, sort of, impossible since it really doesn’t have a cover but let us go through the legal spray out anyways. If you purchased this book without a cover, you should be aware that it was reported to the publisher as “unsold and destroyed.” Hands up to you who have books like this in your collection? Now that I put my hand down we can continue with the credits and copyright and legal and stuff that people just don’t ever pay attention to unless it is pumping their own horn.
An Original Publication of System* Publishing, a Tin Universe book published by System*Publishing, a division of System*Productions, Melbourne, Florida. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead or living dead, is entirely and very much so in the coincidental.
Smashwords Edition Copyright © 2015, Brian C. WilliamsSystem*Productions. Tin Universe Daily, and all related titles, characters, and elements are trademarks of System*Productions. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. While unauthorized reproduction is sometimes needed, please remember us writers types are for the most part a poor lot just in search of a ways to tell our stories and enough money to add to our Doctor Who collections….well, at least that fits me. For more information on Tin Universe Daily, the artists who contributed to this book, and Tin Universe contact System*Productions at hangofwednesday@gmail.com
Written by Brian C. Williams
Edited by Brian C. Williams
Any Additional Photography by Stainless Photography
Cover Digital Work by 74 Image

Saturday, January 23, 2016

TIN UNIVERSE DAILY #230


#230

There are so many versions of some stories. Especially when a prospective to the title of The Pledge is screwing with reality in Utah.
Pain in the ass kids, Right?

The city of Berlin, 2040.
Germany was left as it was after the Russian Bombers of 2025 left it and as most of the rest of the world had forgotten thus cursed it to be; which was a radioactive city of ruins and the very sick and generations born sick and dying younger by the day were its people.
A man is sitting in a kitchen in a Berlin Sedder Section home talking with a friend who recently lost someone very special to him. The room was filled with scavenged pots and pans and the wallpaper was wet and pealing from the water coming through all the holes the roof had.
The man sitting across from the grieving friend pushed down his bowler hat onto the top of his head and took his friends hand from the side of the table, ‘The place he is now is filled with whispers of that word that killed him. Those words spoken with hate called war. Alongside disease and loneliness, it is the growth of the realm.’
‘He did so many bad things… though I knew the man he was within his heart.’
‘Life matters and so does redemption. The possibility of redemption for all is the basis of hope. All who have lived spend one second there. It is a passageway to judgment but also a place where judgment can be adverted. The possibility of a path changed. It has happened before and can happen again.’

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The sale of this book without its cover….well, is, sort of, impossible since it really doesn’t have a cover but let us go through the legal spray out anyways. If you purchased this book without a cover, you should be aware that it was reported to the publisher as “unsold and destroyed.” Hands up to you who have books like this in your collection? Now that I put my hand down we can continue with the credits and copyright and legal and stuff that people just don’t ever pay attention to unless it is pumping their own horn.
An Original Publication of System* Publishing, a Tin Universe book published by System*Publishing, a division of System*Productions, Melbourne, Florida. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead or living dead, is entirely and very much so in the coincidental.
Smashwords Edition Copyright © 2015, Brian C. WilliamsSystem*Productions. Tin Universe Daily, and all related titles, characters, and elements are trademarks of System*Productions. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. While unauthorized reproduction is sometimes needed, please remember us writers types are for the most part a poor lot just in search of a ways to tell our stories and enough money to add to our Doctor Who collections….well, at least that fits me. For more information on Tin Universe Daily, the artists who contributed to this book, and Tin Universe contact System*Productions at hangofwednesday@gmail.com
Written by Brian C. Williams
Edited by Brian C. Williams
Any Additional Photography by Stainless Photography

Cover Digital Work by 74 Images

Friday, January 22, 2016

Tin Universe Daily #229


#229

There are so many versions of some stories. Especially when a prospective to the title of The Pledge is screwing with reality in Utah.

The date seemed to be April 16th 1945, though reality was twisted a little by the previous events in creation and by that previously mentioned very powerful young mind in Utah.
In Berlin the Nero Order had just been given. A dictator mad with defeat only saw the failures of his people to achieve victory and set loose plans to make all of them suffer for not achieving his goals.
In the surrounding hills near a concentration camp coded Valhalla you find a crow like creature sitting in a tree watching events unfold in an information gathering flight to this little planet we call Earth.
That though is a story for another time.
But also nearby, as within the same country, nearby a young man of war had this false hope. The hope was a hope of sorts where he was making his thoughts delusional to get through the minutes. A dream, no a wish to change his surroundings from a place of hiding and maybe surrender to a place of his old life. The place of his life before the war. But all of that is fantasy and he knows all too well the facts walking nearby.
Last year he was in Budapest and also spent time near the Austrian border in December working as an operations guard, all being the good soldier for his country. Now the cold chill he feels off the walls and the floors remind him of that December but also of the winters when he was younger. He grew up in a small farming village in Germany. He does not have to think or make wonder of questions at what they are planning to do to him because he knows exactly what he would do if he was in their position and they in his.
He always told himself the things his peop… the things he did…that they were acts of war. Over and over in his mind for the past hour was that it was simply a case of orders he took and had to follow.
Orders given to him.
Lies to oneself can be the most horrid to create and believe in.
Things we cannot take back the most damming to survive.
Put both together and that combination can be a most damaging one to humanity.
The American soldiers who put him in here, in this metal box, they were tired when they caught him and locked him folded up and smashed into the box to give themselves a chance to rest. Every time they questioned him he saw in their eyes parts of their humanity drift away. He knows that look because he put that look into so many eyes. That look was in an innumerable set of eyes as they passed him into the camp to never walk back out.
The American soldiers got separated from their unit. He ran when a tank group attacked the camp where he served as an outer wall guard. He ran for what seemed to him to be no less, could not have been no less than 4 days when he saw the mighty, the told to be undefeatable fall.
A number of Germans believed in ‘Versilles Diktat’. This thought was one were Germans believed the peace terms dictated by the Allies were unjust at the end of WWI. Actions given excuses for actions unforgivable in nature.
In a way the Gods of old had been reborn to only be found out to be as false as paper.
Running into the forest, running in the snow, running from the horrors he had taken part in and no longer having the protection of bigger guns or stronger arms to defend his actions, to defend his thoughts. It was as if Angels from Heaven had come down to judge the quality of Hell and they would not let one escape from the filth they had created.
He came into contact with this lost group of soldiers while hiding out in the hull of what once was a farm house burned to ruins by war. Which side it was a part of did not matter. They walked in through the back kitchen door as he stashed his self away in a storage side door in a bathroom. All of the soldiers were talking about the very camp he once proudly walked outside the walls of. By members of the tank group who shut down the camp they had gotten all the information, they knew all of what had happened there. The experiments, the mass burials, the rituals, all were known now. As he hid in fear from a crack in the storage area door he saw them walking, searching the house and they talked and he saw the anger which came off their lips with each word spoken about what they had been told.
The camp was part of The Final Solution. It contained twelve hutted structures containing many prisoners-Jews, trade unionists, gypsies, homosexuals, Beyond Humans before anyone knew what those were, Protestants, Catholics, and those subjected to “protective custody.”
At the time when the tanks had arrived not one prisoner remained living in the huts.
Now from within the farm toolbox they put him in he hears them as they are discussing ways of killing him. Pay back is shouted, justice is screamed, and tears are felt going down tired faces in the cold winter air as the soldiers discuss what they have seen and what others have faced.
Three of the five soldiers were very young. In appearance before they landed in the country they now find themselves in they would have looked not a day over 18 but now they had aged in the weeks they had spent fighting in this war. The other two soldiers were older and stood for the most part outside the house and would ever so often bark out an order to the younger ones so they must have been of higher rank. That at least was his thinking.
‘What is your rank?’ asked one of the soldiers.
‘I…I…’
‘Who cares what his rank is. I just want a name. I need a name so we can call out the demons you people are!’
‘My name is Deltaish Sermon.’
One of the older soldiers burst through the front door of the house. He rushed over to where Deltaish was sitting in the metal box and slapped him on the side of his head with the pistol that was still in his hand. Then he shoved Deltaish back into the box and shut the lid and began firing off rounds all around the box.
Deltaish just laid in the box feeling the blood slide down his face from the gun handle striking the side of his head. He was afraid to move an inch and could barely breathe with the fear filling up within his whole body.
For minutes that seemed like hours all Deltaish could hear outside of the box were footsteps shuffling around. Then a loud shouting voice rang out from the almost deadish quite, ‘Go ahead and kill him if you want to! I have killed probably more than a hundred men since touching ground from our jump in so one more will not haunt my dreams any more than the rest but he’s a prisoner and we are not an executioner squad!’
‘I can be,’ Was barely heard coming from outside the box.
The lid flew open and three pairs of hands grabbed Deltaish and pulled him from the box and began to drag him outside the house where they threw him down the front steps of the farmhouse.
He looked up from his position of looking down at the ground to see the three young soldiers staring down at him. He could also see back into the house where the older soldiers now where sitting on the metal box lighting cigarettes.
He turned away from them and gave a slight glance towards the forest that was nearby the farmhouse. He asked himself questions of whether he had the strength to run and if he did was that what they wanted, to shoot him as he ran?
Was it what he wanted?
 In a way he thought about it just to make it easier for them.
From behind he could hear footsteps slowly coming down the houses wooden front steps and then boots began kicking him. At first he tried to at least shield his face but after a few to the ribs he no longer had the strength to raise his arms and just laid there on the ground as they continued to kick him for over 20 minutes.
He was gasping for air from the beating when one of the soldiers spoke to the other two, ‘Pick him up. I want to get this over with because I’m starting to get sick from just being around him.’
Two of them picked Deltaish up by his arms. The force of them doing so cracked already damaged ribs. One of the young soldiers pulled his Army issued rifle from his shoulder where it was hanging by an overused thinned out strap and pushed it up to be right in front of this German soldiers face and aimed his sights right between the blue eyes of a soldier and another soldier pulled the trigger of his gun.
The death was in war.

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The sale of this book without its cover….well, is, sort of, impossible since it really doesn’t have a cover but let us go through the legal spray out anyways. If you purchased this book without a cover, you should be aware that it was reported to the publisher as “unsold and destroyed.” Hands up to you who have books like this in your collection? Now that I put my hand down we can continue with the credits and copyright and legal and stuff that people just don’t ever pay attention to unless it is pumping their own horn.
An Original Publication of System* Publishing, a Tin Universe book published by System*Publishing, a division of System*Productions, Melbourne, Florida. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead or living dead, is entirely and very much so in the coincidental.
Smashwords Edition Copyright © 2015, Brian C. WilliamsSystem*Productions. Tin Universe Daily, and all related titles, characters, and elements are trademarks of System*Productions. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. While unauthorized reproduction is sometimes needed, please remember us writers types are for the most part a poor lot just in search of a ways to tell our stories and enough money to add to our Doctor Who collections….well, at least that fits me. For more information on Tin Universe Daily, the artists who contributed to this book, and Tin Universe contact System*Productions at hangofwednesday@gmail.com
Written by Brian C. Williams
Edited by Brian C. Williams
Any Additional Photography by Stainless Photography
Cover Digital Work by 74 Images

Thursday, January 21, 2016

TIN UNIVERSE DAILY #228


#228

There are so many versions of some stories.
Especially when a prospective to the title of The Pledge is screwing with reality in Utah.
Utah!!!

In a corner of the Dream Trail, near The House Of Morning Droughts there was a bronze castle. It was a small castle the size of most American modern two-bedroom homes, but a castle none-the-less.
Within the castle walls there were decorations of names and places and poetry written within the bronze walls as if burned into them with something very sharp which was also very hot but used in a gently fashion.
The main entranceway into the castle opened from its double front doors into a gallery of hanging threads of pure gold about the size of a pencil in thickness and about 80 yards from one end to the other, from top to bottom; which shows you just how tall the ceiling is just inside the doorway.
It reminds somewhat of walking through the hippy beads some people have in their closet doorways in dorms.
You know what I mean.
You know.
From the main entrance you walk down a corridor; which leads to an end point at a circle end point with three doors. Each door was a different color of bronze. One was golden bronze, the other was silver bronze, and the one in the middle was a dark red bronze. Each had a different style of door handle-wooden, Victorian, and push button with a little blue light up button.
Have you ever noticed how powerful of a word “button” is?
Just me?
Ok.
Going through the silver bronze door we find two women calmly sitting around a campfire built into the center of the rooms white marble floor. The fire burned with yellow and black flames. The wood burning within the fire seemed to almost crackle like voices speaking names yet to be born.
One of the women, who had long brown hair and was wearing a long light blue dress was wearing roman style sandals and reading from a book; while the other was wearing a dark blue dress with black hair and no shoes and sitting playing a flute… or recorder, depending on where you’re from.
The woman reading put down her book.
Note the book cover was a cover of dancing fairies and blank pages within after the point she stopped reading, ‘A new prophecy has been spoken.’
The woman playing her flute barely moves it away from her lips before speaking and only then with a soft as silk voice, ‘The 9 are now a part of creation. I think my lady that all that has been created is changing.’
The fire continued to speak as it did in this place and the two women returned to what they had been doing as everything, everywhere was changed forever.
This happen at the beginning of time. Now. This will happen at the end of time.

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The sale of this book without its cover….well, is, sort of, impossible since it really doesn’t have a cover but let us go through the legal spray out anyways. If you purchased this book without a cover, you should be aware that it was reported to the publisher as “unsold and destroyed.” Hands up to you who have books like this in your collection? Now that I put my hand down we can continue with the credits and copyright and legal and stuff that people just don’t ever pay attention to unless it is pumping their own horn.
An Original Publication of System* Publishing, a Tin Universe book published by System*Publishing, a division of System*Productions, Melbourne, Florida. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead or living dead, is entirely and very much so in the coincidental.
Smashwords Edition Copyright © 2015, Brian C. WilliamsSystem*Productions. Tin Universe Daily, and all related titles, characters, and elements are trademarks of System*Productions. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. While unauthorized reproduction is sometimes needed, please remember us writers types are for the most part a poor lot just in search of a ways to tell our stories and enough money to add to our Doctor Who collections….well, at least that fits me. For more information on Tin Universe Daily, the artists who contributed to this book, and Tin Universe contact System*Productions at hangofwednesday@gmail.com
Written by Brian C. Williams
Edited by Brian C. Williams
Any Additional Photography by Stainless Photography

Cover Digital Work by 74 Images

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

TIN UNIVERSE DAILY #227


#227

There are so many versions of some stories.
Especially when a prospective to the title of The Pledge is screwing with reality in Utah and not even knowing she is doing so.

The Dream Trail is the parcel of imaginings, the domicile of sleepy time.
A young mind unknown to the part of her mind that lets her know that her mind is doing stuff is trying to change the way things happen.
But she isn’t there yet and thus here it goes.
The sort of power she has is dangerous and could have saved someone very brave but alas that isn’t to be here.
The individual this dream is happening to will never know the name of the young lady who tried to rescue her, even while she didn’t know she was doing so.
The dream was crushed… it was broken, and within the dream were images on shards of glass; which were lining the floor in a pattern like a shattered window massacre.
In this place hot in a nothingness of greying one spirit found herself beaten and defeated.
This place was part of what the woman called her life and her home.
This is an ending.
Little images on the floor like television promos featuring moments from birth to death.
The trap that had been sprung was laid out within the mind of a refugee who took his own life during the living of the dream. The in flesh person was pushed to that point from a bargain waged with a half demon called The Weapon. An innocent was sacrificed so a trap by forces of great power and malevolence could be sprung attacking a spirit who stood up for those in need of some sort of justice.
She could barely breathe. Moving at all is a struggle. Getting up to be situated on her knees took every ounce of strength she had remaining. Her gasps keeping her chest heaving in and out and her eyes were cast down looking upon her own blood stained hands caused each moment of life to sound out like perpetual discomfort.
Her clothes were shredded, blood soaked and damaged like her body. Once she traveled The Dream Trail famously dressed in what some would call her costume. She saw it as her uniform of service. She always wore those red boots that came from a dream about the old west and those black leather overalls she got from the dreams of a lustful Goth boy in Winnipeg. She was an image to behold if there ever was one to fit that phrase.
Out from within the shattered dream came the scavengers of The Dream Trail, The Burial. The peering white of the exhausted trance was split into sharp cuts for them to pass through.
The Burial are a one-conciseness being who have survived within thousands of bodies created from the leftover substances of forgotten dreams.
On average The Burial stand at around five feet in height with dark red skin, two legs, and they have one arm that reaches out from the side of their bodies. Their hands have huge claws with fingers that can grow at will to unimaginable lengths.
A flood of them came out from the broken cracks of The Dream Trail; which is where they live within to begin animalistic movements to circle her. She had not even noticed them when as one they stood over her dripping an oozing green liquid from their eyes.
She was still in another place as one of The Burial began to speak in an almost imploded speech volume, ‘We finally have you. After so many life times we get to feed on your spirit.’
Another of The Burial moves one of its long fingernails down her back though she does not move and it kept cutting until it was cutting deep enough to touch her spine. It turns one of its fingernails chipping a little at one of the bones of her spin, ‘You stood up for the flesh ones against The Spiders. That was foolish.’
A whisper comes from her mouth but it almost sounded more like it was coming from above, ‘I may… this da… but 8 more shall follow me… Mary’s hear my words.’
Fingers grow, fingernails reach out, and mouths open ready to eat.
She was called Mash. Once she stood in front of a throne as a noble Sovereign from an ancient planet called Headlingsi. A warrior who led her armies to many victories and whose people died out so long ago that they are gone even to the memories of the oldest of creations races. She was not known to many to be The Dream Healer and one day will be forgotten in total but her life was with purpose and the future will tell that, in time…

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The sale of this book without its cover….well, is, sort of, impossible since it really doesn’t have a cover but let us go through the legal spray out anyways. If you purchased this book without a cover, you should be aware that it was reported to the publisher as “unsold and destroyed.” Hands up to you who have books like this in your collection? Now that I put my hand down we can continue with the credits and copyright and legal and stuff that people just don’t ever pay attention to unless it is pumping their own horn.
An Original Publication of System* Publishing, a Tin Universe book published by System*Publishing, a division of System*Productions, Melbourne, Florida. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead or living dead, is entirely and very much so in the coincidental.
Smashwords Edition Copyright © 2015, Brian C. WilliamsSystem*Productions. Tin Universe Daily, and all related titles, characters, and elements are trademarks of System*Productions. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. While unauthorized reproduction is sometimes needed, please remember us writers types are for the most part a poor lot just in search of a ways to tell our stories and enough money to add to our Doctor Who collections….well, at least that fits me. For more information on Tin Universe Daily, the artists who contributed to this book, and Tin Universe contact System*Productions at hangofwednesday@gmail.com
Written by Brian C. Williams
Edited by Brian C. Williams
Any Additional Photography by Stainless Photography
Cover Digital Work by 74 Images

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Tin Universe Daily #226


#226

BREAKING NEWS: Republicans push to form Department Of United States Female Resources. Critics say the department is being pushed by religious groups who feel women have been influenced by secular society into thinking they don’t have a certain place in the world and going against that is only harming themselves.

BREAKING NEWS: The United States President arrives in Japan today to discuss the Republic Of Ireland Beyond Human refuge situation…

BREAKING NEWS: Osip Industries today released data on its plans to purchase a large number of state park lands in the state of Georgia despite protests from environmental groups worried about the plans the company might have for the parks. The state says this will fill a much needed void of state funds…

BREAKING NEWS: U.S. Congresswoman calls for new investigation into reports (from a conspiracy theory website) of Beyond Humans in high ranking government offices…

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The sale of this book without its cover….well, is, sort of, impossible since it really doesn’t have a cover but let us go through the legal spray out anyways. If you purchased this book without a cover, you should be aware that it was reported to the publisher as “unsold and destroyed.” Hands up to you who have books like this in your collection? Now that I put my hand down we can continue with the credits and copyright and legal and stuff that people just don’t ever pay attention to unless it is pumping their own horn.
An Original Publication of System* Publishing, a Tin Universe book published by System*Publishing, a division of System*Productions, Melbourne, Florida. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead or living dead, is entirely and very much so in the coincidental.
Smashwords Edition Copyright © 2015, Brian C. WilliamsSystem*Productions. Tin Universe Daily, and all related titles, characters, and elements are trademarks of System*Productions. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. While unauthorized reproduction is sometimes needed, please remember us writers types are for the most part a poor lot just in search of a ways to tell our stories and enough money to add to our Doctor Who collections….well, at least that fits me. For more information on Tin Universe Daily, the artists who contributed to this book, and Tin Universe contact System*Productions at hangofwednesday@gmail.com
Written by Brian C. Williams
Edited by Brian C. Williams
Any Additional Photography by Stainless Photography

Cover Digital Work by 74 Images