A whirlpool of light and fire surrounds the Wanderjahr, as it careens through the dimensional rift in time.
The Wanderjahr, having been badly damaged earlier while in orbit above the planet Metsys, struggled to maintain its speed in order to exit the tunnel at the exact proper place and time. The planet Metsys, now a burned out fragment of a world far behind them at the other end of the tunnel, was not done with them yet, for one hundred and fifty thousand Kilometers behind them, a Varrilion Interceptor was closing fast. Somehow, it had gotten into the tunnel just before Metsys’s destruction.
The interceptor was quickly gaining on them as the Wanderjahr tried desperately to get away………… C. ‘98/2007
I wrote that as the beginning of the last episode I would write for the series back in 1998, an episode called “The Varrilion swarm”.
However, who am I kidding, this stuff is excessively addictive and too cool to stop writing now. I wrote the original premise for the storyline in August of 1979 when I was fifteen. I set myself up as one of the main characters, and basing other characters off TV heroes, and other people I knew, I wrote fourteen completed episodes before I finished High school. I literally have been painting, drawing, and writing science fiction theme’s ever since. I would love to see this project published as a true graphic novel, and I know it has the potential to be so much more. For this artist and writer, the most important part of the whole thing was the story, and how these almost ordinary characters dealt with these outrageous situations and remained friends.
I want my Wanderjahr series, to be an incredible accumulation of experience condensed into one idea. That is what any form of art is about to me.
A balance. A balance between the familiar and the contrived, a balance between something in your heart, and somewhere you want it to go.
And that’s what any form of art should do, from the movies and all of that state of the art animation, to the painter, the writer, the poet, the sculptor, the dancer, to the kid drawing something in art class….you the reader, and I the artist don’t who will be viewing, or reading what I’m doing now, I do not know what it will mean to them, but if I am true to myself, then maybe the work I do will touch their hearts in some way.
One can find a short story from this series in the anthology below….
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