The Scenery from On High

There’s a certain sensation that you feel in the pit of your stomach, where everything tightens up and the air in your lungs thins out. You feel it when you’re anxious, when you’re afraid of what’s beyond the shadows. But it’s also with you when you’re overwhelmed by your potential, when the world around you showers you in awe. Your fists clench and you become light-headed, wanting, needing to run forward at full force and prove to the world what you’re capable of.

Our lives are marked by fear and hope, by the struggle to harness our passion and the fight to stay above the darkness.

And I want to dig my heels into the dirt and shout. I want to shout until my echoes reach the mountains’ peaks and the depths of the seas.

Weekly Nuclear Fiction isn’t just a collection of comics and prose. It’s where my art will stand by my beliefs. It’s the storm building up in the pit of my stomach, and it’s my heart at its most sincere.

At its simplest, Weekly NF is dedicated to adolescents and children. It’s for sharing my passion with those just a few steps behind me.  This is a place for spectacle to shine a light on the troubles and joys of youth.  And while hope loses its power if there’s no darkness to contend with, this is a safe place from graphic and sexual violence.

This is a place where I’m not going to apologize for genre or the things I love and have been inspired by. But no matter how much I revel in them, they will not define me. They’re tools to show the wonder in the mundane and capture the passion brewing inside us all.

And, as it’s probably clear, this is a place to be genuine. The stories on this site come from a well of happiness, uncertainty, nostalgia, awe, fear, and hope.

This is your insight into the future. This is Nuclear Fiction.

Comics by Eric Alexander Arroyo