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After the events of the last week, it is indefensible to continue to use this platform, and this will be my last post here.
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Zero Hour
For thousands of years, I have found myself to be a traveler through time.
I am an actor with a specific part to play in every lifetime, a rock skipping my across the surface in a perfect parabola, touching the timeline every so often to spread ripples across the rest of time. Or perhaps I am an arc, bending it straight in a direction that I can ( Read more... ) -
Ouroboros
She smiles at him, a smile that never fails to bring a matching smile to his face.
"Anyway, I'm a bit farther back in the plane, but maybe we should get coffee if you're going to be in town for a few days?"
-Normally, he'd work through the flight, but instead he fingers type her name into his email search, and he remembers. The words. The chats. ( Read more... ) -
Introduction
"Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself;
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)"
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“A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve ( Read more... ) -
What a world.
Ever onward, ever upward.
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last light
We met on a game called Skyrates, over a decade ago now. I found it because of a small site called jayisgames, which reviewed the game on January 19, 2008; it's the only game from that site that I still remember, and I was probably on that site for three or four years.
Kincaid was a bear. Well, in real life, he was a dude who lived in Alaska, who ( Read more... ) -
A New Year
Wow - I spun up LJ today and had a draft from... well, from when I graduated and passed the bar, which is now well over a year and a half ago (November 2017). I never finished it, but seeing as how I intend to write some more this year, now might be a good time to post it:
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I stood inside a church yesterday and ( Read more... ) -
Not Throwing Away My Shot
Henry remembers when they used to do everything by hand in the factory. With power drills and hydraulics, of course, but the sweat - and sometimes blood - was real. He remembers the ninety-six bolts that he used to put on every car, the three days that it took to create one ( Read more... ) -
I am not throwing away my shot.
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Eventide
A little girl stands on a beach, safely away from the water, and watches a star fall from the sky: a great, green comet that burns and burns as it drops into the ocean, somewhere beyond the horizon. She stands there for a moment, blinking slowly to clear her eyes from the afterimages, and wonders if there is more, or if the show is over ( Read more... )