Last night I had a dream that a hawk killed Sunny, our "mascot chicken". Today I walked my daughter back home from the bus stop, and we went out back to see the new baby chickens, just old enough to play outside in a chicken-wire pen ...and there was a big Cooper's Hawk in the corner of the yard, eating our remaining golden chicken, Buffy. The ( Read more... )

Because nothing's impossible if you BELIEVE!

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I started the season with him, and for a laugh I continued with another installment halfway through. I figure it's only fitting that I conclude the story, at the close of Season 9, in the only appropriate fashion ( Read more... )

Bilt stood, proud and rigid atop his unit's train car, holding his Hochminster Longrifle aloft before him at parade rest, the wind passing through his company banner to tug at the chinstrap of his cap. The officers were below having coffee, so he and the boys smiled freely, white crescents splitting firm and angular features. They could smell the ( Read more... )

A recent conversation with Jess turned to why my enthusiasm for Steampunk World's Fair has been ebbing lately. I'm still going this year, but I'm a bit lukewarm on the whole thing. And I think I know what it is ( Read more... )

Vasily's back ached, but his spirits perked as he spied rain-washed gray wood ahead. He'd never been so happy to see termite damage. He pushed through the last tangle of dead brambles, and soon the overgrown grass around the cabin was pulling at his ankles. At one time this place had been a repurposed ranger station, before that, probably some ( Read more... )

United MacroLabs is the Galactic Northeast's primary provider of Temporal Lodestone. Without our services providing 68% of the sector's refined Chronal Material, SACC (Suspended Animation Crew Conditions), necessary for shipping across deep space, would be impossible at its current scale. There are few industries not touched or, in many cases, ( Read more... )

Mags scratched uselessly at the outside of her pressure suit. It was hard to stifle that reflex, especially when she was nervous. Unwelcome moisture traced fingers down her torso and armpits ( Read more... )

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I am at capacity for bull and headaches, and I haven't even logged on to work yet (I work a later shift ( Read more... )

Shannon and Shane are two average characters, from an average LJ Idol fiction piece ( Read more... )