Nathan McAllister
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I create content in the written form and musically as well. I like topics ranging from philosophy, music, cooking and travel. I hope to incorporate some of my music compositions into my writing compositions in this venue.
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Nathan
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The warehouse was a cathedral of rot, a windowless box of corrugated steel tucked into the industrial gut of Tinseltown. A place where the city’s discarded ambitions went to be processed into low-grade celluloid. It sat on a dead-end street that smelled of brine and heavy-duty degreaser, a stone’s throw from the banks of the Bay of Laytah. On the heavy steel door, a piece of yellowed masking tape bore the name Velvet Nocturne Productions in fading marker—a shell company that existed to shuffle Cartel revenue through the books of a made-for-cable soft-core fantasy.
By Nathan McAllisterabout 21 hours ago in Futurism
Shady Vale
The Vane Foundation’s "Resilience Zone" campaign hit the streets of Alcyone at 0800 hours. It was a saturation-level event. Digital billboards across transit hubs flickered to life, displaying high-resolution renderings of a sanitized future. The District of Rust was slated for "structural optimization." The ads featured architectural schematics of new housing blocks—monolithic, white-concrete structures. The copy was written in a precise, drafting-stencil font: Harmonic Alignment for a Stable Future. Order is our Foundation.
By Nathan McAllisterabout 24 hours ago in Horror
The Gospel of the Grid
The rain in the District of Rust didn’t wash things clean; it merely redistributed soot. It clung to the windshield of Percy Vance’s city-issued sedan, a greasy film that turned the neon signs of the nearby dispensaries into blurred bruises. Percy sat in the idling car, the heater humming a discordant note that seemed to vibrate against the base of his skull. In his lap lay the permits for the Sector 4 Urban Renewal Project—specifically, the blueprints for the cul-de-sac at the end of O’Malley Street.
By Nathan McAllister3 days ago in Gamers
Melodic Major and Melodic Minor
The world of music theory often feels like a map of well-trodden paths—the bright meadows of the Major scale and the somber forests of the Natural Minor. But for the seeker of true atmosphere, there are two hidden trails that twist through the shadows and the light: the Melodic Minor and its ghostly, underrated sibling, the Melodic Major.
By Nathan McAllister4 days ago in Beat
Not My Brother's Keeper
The air in the Thorne & Associates drafting studio was thick with the scent of ammonia from the blueprint machines and stale coffee, a pungent cocktail familiar to every architect working against a deadline. It was 3:00 AM, the night before the final submission that would decide the fate of "The Prism" and the next Junior Partner of the firm.
By Nathan McAllister4 days ago in Horror
The Fortunate Son: Julian Vane
The knot of Julian Vane’s silk tie was a perfect, mathematically sound Windsor. He checked it in the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the eighty-first floor, satisfied. Beyond the tempered glass, the Pacific Northwest rain smeared the city skyline into a blur of bruised violet and gray, but inside the offices of Vane, Vane & Associates, the climate was controlled to a sterile, unyielding seventy degrees.
By Nathan McAllister5 days ago in Gamers
The Zealous DA
The Obsidian Room did not merely overlook Alcyone; it judged it. Situated at the apex of the Vane Tower, the lounge was a masterclass in Silas Thorne’s "Gospel of the Grid." Every surface was a study in polished basalt and tempered glass, lit by recessed LEDs that cast a sterile, lunar glow over the occupants. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city was a sprawling circuit board of amber streetlights and neon pulses.
By Nathan McAllister5 days ago in Criminal
The Dirty Detective of Alcyone: Judas Miller
The air in the Alcyone Shipyard didn’t just hang; it clung. It was a thick, stagnant mixture of salt water spray, oxygenating rust, and the oppressive, metallic heat radiating from miles of decaying industrial sprawl. Night offered no relief.
By Nathan McAllister6 days ago in Horror
The Seedy History of Alcyone
Investigative Memorandum of Arthur Penhaligon Part I: The Catalyst The St. Jude Tenement Fire (August 12, 1926) The summer of 1926 in Alcyone was defined by a heatwave that turned the city’s brick-and-mortar canyons into a kiln. In the District of Rust—then known as the "Iron Ward"—the St. Jude Tenement stood as a testament to the era’s unchecked density. It was a sprawling, twelve-story hive of soot-stained limestone and timber, housing three thousand souls within a footprint designed for half that number.
By Nathan McAllister6 days ago in Criminal
The Songbird Sings
The Orpheum Theater did not die all at once; it was strangled by degrees, one ninety-degree angle at a time. To the public, the grand reopening was a triumph of preservation, a gift from the Vane Foundation to a city that had forgotten how to breathe. But to Elena Vane, descending into the sub-basements felt less like a return to a cultural landmark and more like an entry into a high-security sanitarium.
By Nathan McAllister7 days ago in Gamers
Modes of D for Guitar
Understanding the modes in the Key of D Major involves using the same set of notes (D, E, F#, G, A, B, and C#) but starting and ending on a different note for each mode. This shift in the "center" changes the intervals and the overall emotional character of the music.
By Nathan McAllister8 days ago in Beat
