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Weekly Writing – September 17 2022
“So just…” “Just catch a few of them in the net, right? Then into the jar, and we’re out of here. Just that easy.” It looked like it might be, and that was what worried Piri. When he’d heard the… Continue reading
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Weekly Writing – September 10 2022
No one stood waiting on the platform to see him off. The rocket might have been the only pillar separating the grey concrete and sky. Once he removed it, there would be no coming back. No one stood waiting to… Continue reading
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Weekly Writing – September 3 2022
The man had wandered into the village two days before. None knew how he had survived the wilds to make it so far, or how he had found it at all, what with the profusion of flowers growing from where… Continue reading
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Weekly Writing – August 27 2022
The train passed by only at night, when those still awake were becoming desperate for sleep and those asleep were looking about the dark, lost halls of their strangest dreams. Only when the only business to go about on was… Continue reading
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Weekly Writing – August 20 2022
No one alive could say how long the city had been turning, or if it might be possible to stop it. Certainly there were those who had tried. Couldn’t it be as simple as descending to where the great, flat… Continue reading
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Weekly Writing – August 14 2022
“Well, I don’t understand it,” the goodly wife said, dabbing at her lips with a napkin that wouldn’t last her two weeks of the trip to the High Ground. “Unless it’s an excuse for guides to make an outsized wage… Continue reading
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Contributor Copies Ahoy!
Holding a contributor copy in my hand, I’m pleased to be able to say that this is a gorgeous book. Sturdy and intricate, with the sort of faint, pleasant smell that I maintain is part of the experience of holding… Continue reading
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Weekly Writing – August 6 2022
She had never understood why so many people came out of cryosleep in need of counselling. Not if they’d been unconscious for only a few weeks or months, not long enough for temporal displacement to be its own understandable source… Continue reading
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Weekly Writing – July 30 2022
Her grandmother had always said the moon was just a hole in the sky, a cozy place for a white snake larger than the largest mountain to curl up. It ventured out sometimes, of course, as hungry as all snakes… Continue reading
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Weekly Writing – July 23 2022
Easier when doom came all at once, as something that had to be fled on foot or else. As something slow, there was time almost to believe they could adapt to it. They even dared to keep drawing water from… Continue reading
