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Mina’s Angel (Revised)
[I was never happy with the original confrontation I wrote between Natalie and the Sorcerer, but I was reluctant to go back and change it. It was done, right? You can’t just go back and change it if it’s done. … Continue reading
The Tale of Ayla and the Bull of Narine
“That one there,” the grenz points over the thatch roofs of the houses, towards the western sky, just above the setting sun, “Do you see it?” The rain has finally stopped, for a few hours at least, and the sky … Continue reading
Vanna’s War (conclusion)
The missile hissed as it hurtled through the air towards the drone, colliding with the shield and exploding just like the first one had. For a split second, the drone did seem confused, its tracking beams moving wildly in all … Continue reading
Vanna’s War (part 2)
Vanna had been forced to trade her rifle to Lukas for an SAM. Lukas was the team’s best shot, Deirdre had argued, and she needed Vanna to help confuse the drone. After the first shots, the drone would swoop in … Continue reading
Holding Hands
I don’t really remember how I found it, or why I felt the need to stick my hand inside. Curiosity eclipsing good sense I guess. I may have been high. I still go back sometimes if I’m high or really drunk, … Continue reading
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Vanna’s War
Vanna peered out from between the leaves of the tree, over the jungle to the South. Dark clouds. A storm was coming up from the plains. It would come in hard tonight, one of the big, heavy storms that kept … Continue reading
Mina’s Angel
Natalie sat at the side of the bed, in the creaky old chair Mina had picked out at a second hand store, watching Mina as she slept. She could see the pain on Mina’s face, every now and again her … Continue reading
Late
Miranda left Anthony’s house in the dead of the night, while he slept. It was Anthony’s house. Not her’s. She was his wife, but Anthony had lived in that house before their marriage. His father and mother had lived there. … Continue reading
0sl0: Employment
The trap was simple, as all the best traps are in the end. Too much complexity just means more things to go wrong, more people involved who could talk, and more weak points for the enemy to attack. Simplicity was … Continue reading
A Few Billion Years
We were so close. I’m sure we were. I think we were. I like to believe we were. I suppose it doesn’t matter really. Whether you miss it by minutes or hours or a few billion years, if you don’t … Continue reading
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