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The Flood

It is always best to start a story at its beginning.

Far away, in lands far beyond the sky, during a time before the people began to count days, there was a fierce storm.  The storm was dark and violent, and many people drowned in the great floods.  Their homes were washed away, and only the people who lived very high on the mountains lived after the storm finally left, and the days were counted.

For fifty years, the water did not go away, and memories of the land below the water faded into old stories.  Another fifty years, and the people thought there were only the rocky places they lived, and forgot there were other people anywhere.  They had no boats and the waters were too deep to swim fearlessly through. Read the rest of this entry »


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Head-Clearing Day

Here, I sat.  I was doing nothing other than browsing Cake Wrecks and derping about on forums.  I had a plot constructed based on a few songs, but my fingers refused to do anything else on the subject.  Instead, I sat next to my best friend and wasted time.  She gave me the rest of her Olive Garden breadsticks from the night before– great night, that.

Charles was a pain for the beginning of the day.  Even with medication, he was very grumpy.  Many of his time-outs went wrong when he smeared lotion on the toilet seat because “girls don’t have weewees,” or he stole from my older sister.  Finally, I just sat on him to keep him calm and let him tire himself.  The morning was stressful, and even though I tried to keep him calm with movies and snacks, it was never enough.  Finally, I just got him as angry as I could and put him in his room, where his own anger made him incapable of doing anything but flailing on the floor or bed and screaming. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on April 28, 2013 in Nonfiction


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Soggy Snow

“And only when it’s chosen your grave for you, will you see it.  The dead eyed lamb will follow you until you die.” Janice grinned as she leaned in close to the fire.  Its flickering light gave her face a haunted look.  The other two  children around the fire screamed and held each other, and Janice leaned back to laugh. “Oh, it wasn’t that scary!  Wait until you hear why they find kangaroo bones under Australian churches!  They’ll kill you themselves, you know.”

Nicolas shuddered. “No!  No more!  I want to go back inside now!” Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on April 25, 2013 in Modern Fiction


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Revenge.  Even the word sent a ripple of tingling energy through my body.  I breathed for vengeance, and my heart beat to avenge the grievous wrong visited on me more than a year ago.

I stared at the one who did this to me.  She was petite and pretty, and the smile she directed at the grocery store’s cashier was filled with promises of sweet chocolate and strawberries on a warm summer day.  It made me sick.  My stomach flipped over and over inside of me.  She gave everyone that sickening smile.  That smile was the reason for all of my troubles.  She looked back at me. “Sorry it’s taking so long!” She smiled at me, and my knees felt weak.  For a few moments, I just looked at her for a long time before I nodded.  She returned her attention to the tattooed teen behind the counter. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on April 23, 2013 in Modern Fiction


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Don’t Fuck with Papa Bear

Aldric grunted as he looked at the two men leaning against his desk.  They were staring at him intensely as they silently demanded he give them an answer.  He huffed and leaned back in his seat.  His feet refused to touch the floor, even when his butt was on the very edge.  After a long time, he spoke up.  His coarse voice was filled with uncertainty. “So, you want me to do what?”

The man on the left sighed and ran a hand through his pretty hair.  If Aldric recalled right, his name was Ollie. “We just need you to pick one of us to be your daughter’s legal guardian.  Nothing weird or unsafe.  You see, we were sent by the state.” He grinned readily, and the other spoke up. Read the rest of this entry »


Posted by on April 20, 2013 in Futuristic Fiction


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Agent Hulo (Part III)

Continued from Agent Hulo (Part II).

Valerio’s introduction to his father’s work was sudden and stressful for the boy.  Nobody believed him when he said that Alvares was his father.  Everyone treated him as though he was just a silly child.  They pitied him and coddled him, and he hated it.  With every shred of his youthful energy, he hated it.  Finally, he walked up to a woman with the name ‘Rodrigues‘ on her coat.

“You!  Tell me about why nobody believes I’m really Alvares’s son!” He puffed his cheeks out, ready for her to turn and laugh at him. Read the rest of this entry »


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Agent Hulo (Part II)

Continued from Agent Hulo.

Interrogating Nita was difficult for Alvares. At one point, she had been his betrothed until circumstances pulled them apart. Alvares walked from the cell and pulled the latex gloves from his hands, then removed the rubber full-body coat. Her fear and her remorse were so great, he’d not needed them at all. She told him everything, almost before he was able to get a secretary in to take notes– a secretary inspected and free of the Ku Ton tattoo.

He closed his eyes thoughtfully. The tattoos were only behind the ear, hidden under hair. In the event of baldness, they were smaller, but they were in the same location. He sighed as he pondered the names she gave him of known Ku Tons within in his agency. Alvares felt absolutely certain there were more, but with the new knowledge of how to identify them, he was less worried. Read the rest of this entry »


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