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QUANTUM FLOORPLAN
Jess slammed the door shut almost before I had gotten all the way in the apartment. She threw her back against the polished wood, sweat standing out on her forehead and forearms.
“Jess, relax,” I said, “the building has a quantum floor plan. The Pastors have no idea how to get here let alone how to actually see the door.”
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BARBECUE CHICKEN
Ann rolled over and threw her arm out across the empty space on the other side of the mattress, the empty space that should have been Jim. She woke immediately, fully alert and scanning the room for any signs of trouble. She could dimly remember a time when waking was a slow, luxurious process full of stretching and blinking and drifting from dream ( Read more... ) -
WRONG MEETING
Tony turned another beige corner. Three days and he was still pretty much lost as soon as he left his cubicle. He found himself in a semi-familiar hallway lined with small conference rooms. He walked slowly down the hall, reading each nameplate outside each office. Abbadon. Bael. Cayum. Deumos. Eurynome.
"Who the hell named these rooms?" Tony ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
Ok, so I've added a few places on the interwubs where you can find stuff about me:
Silver Bullet: silverbulletcomic.blogspot.com (one of my comics)
The Redeemers: theredeemerscomic.blogspot.com (one of my comics)
The Fling: thefling.net (my improv comedy team)
Please, go, read, and comment!
I'll still be putting stuff here, fear not. Actually, I'd be ( Read more... ) -
Silver Bullet News and Stuff
A new post (finally) over at the Silver Bullet blog:
silverbulletcomic.blogspot.com/2010/02/silver-bullet-3-coming-soon.html
Also, if you look over there to the right, you'll see a new link in the sidebar replacing my NaNoWriMo participant badge (since that never actually happened...). Click on over there to go to IndyPlanet.com so's you can order ( Read more... ) -
NaNoWriMo Sprint #2
COMPULSION
(Tuning) / Ribbon Head - Thorns of Life (0:36 + 4:27 = 5:03)
She put the bottle down with a clink. He knew it was empty without turning around - bottles with liquid in them make a thunk, not a clink.
He turned the carrots over and over under the faucet, washing the dirt out of the creases of their flesh. He could hear her staring at him, ( Read more... ) -
NaNaWriMo Sprint #1
BACKSPACE
(More Guitar) / I Hate New York - Thorns of Life (0:29 + 3:58 = 4:27)
“Telemetry’s looking fine, Schwitz. Let’s downshift and see if we can’t drop momentum to negative without retro-deleting any possibility waves.”
Schwitz looked up from her readscreen, her green eyes hazy behind the data filters on her navgoggles. “What,” she managed after ( Read more... )
