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Waiting for the Bus
John would feel so much better if he could read the language here. He knew a few words, and the cds he’d been listening to had taught him a few phrases, but he was still very lost. He had managed … Continue reading
The Tale of Ayla and the Blue Knight
[It’s high time I posted some more of the Tale of Ayla here. This is super skipping ahead in the tale, but it has been waaaaay too long since I posted something Ayla related. Please enjoy :)] This is the … Continue reading
Eyes
“It’s amazing,” he said, “Uncanny. How do you get them like that?” Molly sighed. The conversation had been going so well. “It’s natural. Freak accident of birth,” she explained. “No way. No gene-splicing at all?” He was Centaurian, which meant … Continue reading
Will and Paul
He was forgetting his own name recently. No, that wasn’t accurate. It was more accurate to say that he was forgetting which name was his. He thought it was Paul, then he thought it was Will. He was certain it … Continue reading
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Tagged 5th St Witching Hour, Fantasy, Horror, Short Story, The Book
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Sid Seeks Alexis
Every other day it seemed, I would see the ad in the classifieds. It was a small, unusual little ad. It said: Sid Seeks Alexis 3500.1938.0916 Soon It had been going on for a few years. When I first saw … Continue reading
Sand
[Few pages of an idea I’ve been toying with. I’ve got a map, a pile of notes, and these pages of story. Maybe I’ll go further with it eventually. Though the list of projects I’ll “get to one day” is … Continue reading
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Tagged Alternate Earth, Fantasy, Sand, Sci-Fi, Short Story, Worldbuilding
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Anglerfish
They’re like anglerfish. I’ll be the first to admit that this book is awful. Evil wouldn’t be the right word, as evil implies an agenda, and I’m not convinced it has one. I think the book just wants to be … Continue reading
Don’t Let It Beat You
It took me a year to die. A year. Every single day more painful than every day before it, and every single day hearing people telling me to fight. “Don’t let it beat you,” they’d say, as if it was … Continue reading
Good Scotch
Carl would say, in his own defense, that no reasonable man would have taken such an offer seriously. Carl did not, and he considered himself a reasonable man. He accepted only because he thought it was the opening to a bar … Continue reading
Kos the Runner
Kos ran through the tunnel as fast as he could. As fast as his hands and feet would allow up the rough rock incline. His quarry had a head start, but Kos was a Runner. He’d been this way a … Continue reading
Fred Hesser 