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Weekly Writing – July 8 2023
Mitch had expected toasting the bastard’s death to go down sweeter. After all, he’d been waiting twenty years to do it. But maybe that was the problem. Wait that long for someone to die, and they became a part of… Continue reading
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Weekly Writing – July 1 2023
It’s been seven days since the guardian died. Five since we laid it to rest. It took that long to dig through the numb shock and half-frozen soil, to hollow out a grave large enough for its hulking body, half-frozen,… Continue reading
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Weekly Writing – June 24 2023
The third (and most likely last) of three sprints telling the same story. – The one thing aside from her that was still changing with time. Her body woke up the same, to the same broadcast, every day, but her… Continue reading
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Weekly Writing – June 17 2023
The second of (at least) three sprints telling the same story. – A cat, skinny black stray all bones and hackles, standing at the mouth of an alley. Staring into it, arched into a perfect question mark, and hissing, yowling,… Continue reading
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Weekly Writing – June 10 2023
The first of (at least) three sprints telling the same story. – It had been May 28th ever since she had knocked that damn glass off the counter. She’d thought that was why, for a while. Wake up to the… Continue reading
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Weekly Writing – June 3 2023
Wearing a chain of dandelions into battle, strewn careless and delicate about the neck. A boast, or a mockery? You won’t dent their armour. You won’t so much as cut a stem. Red blood swinging about garishly on yellow blossoms.… Continue reading
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Weekly Writing – May 27 2023
I had never really believed there was such a thing as diving too deep. There was equipment, and there were people, not suited to do it, but the former was a challenge to overcome, and I wasn’t one of the… Continue reading
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Weekly Writing – May 20 2023
“I don’t believe you,” she laughed, in a way that sang from the rim of her wine glass. “What, you don’t think I would?” They had long since emptied theirs, and stretched across the couch to the bottle standing on… Continue reading
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Weekly Writing – May 13 2023
Being courted by a god of frost was mostly downsides. The first time she found a surprise blizzard on her doorstep, late in May, she assumed it was just the weather stumbling on its wobbling way to summer. It did… Continue reading
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Weekly Writing – May 6 2023
Once he’d finally killed the last of them, he climbed back from the hold up onto the flower-strewn deck. The sea was blooming and roiling to every horizon, and the ship swayed on what looked like nothing but heaps of… Continue reading
