My name is Clay, I write under C. B. Smith. I write, is the most important piece of information in that sentence. I like stories, I like thoughts, I like essays and also plots.
The City is vast. The City is the beginning and end of what its people know. The City is governed by the Shade. The Shade has a policing force, the Shadows, which are used to maintain order, however,
Dying Men, and Growing Trees A collection of recollections (mostly) By: C. B. Smith “It’s obviously impossible to take both roads. It’s only through artistic liberty that one can claim to know both destinations.
A Slack Sixteenth By: C. B. Smith My childhood imagination was always backdropped by fantastical worlds within which I needed to survive. Places plagued by aliens or monsters at my youngest, by war and nuclear apocalypse as I grew.
The Shadow of the Sun: Falling Skies Revision 2 By: C. B. Smith Somes Chapter I Morning came to Milieu-Grand exactly as it had the day before, and precisely in the way that it had come to be the day before that,