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Ok, rundown time.

For the past few weeks, I’ve been seeing Minecraft everywhere, and have become obsessed with a song called Cube Land.  Finally, a few hours ago, I gave in and started (yet another) world. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on August 22, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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An Unhappy Future

A new home. It was so dull, living with a normal family. His foster parents were irritatingly normal, and they could do nothing to enforce their rules. His foster father refused to call him Vinnie, and his foster mother refused to let him skip the piano lessons she required of him. He was good enough, but his teacher refused to let him advance at his own pace, and after a month, he was still doing scales.

The new home was made all the more miserable by a pre-existing basement and an underground lake not far underneath. He had no place to work, and no place to play– especially not with all of the pine trees around, with their long, thick roots. The boy did manage to install a lock on his bedroom door, and that gave him a modicum of the privacy he once had, although it felt like he was always naked. He was told he had to dress normally– leave his goggles and lab coat home when he went anywhere, brush his hair every day, and even more pointless tasks. Humans just didn’t understand. Read the rest of this entry »

 

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Writing Challenge: Character Alignment Horny Evil

Bored.

Zadakh was bored.

That was his only excuse, and he owned up shamelessly to Ciana, who was sent to stop him.  She was armed from the toes all the way up to her deceptively delicate ears, and her keen eyes watched as he leaned to one side and rested his elbow on the arm rest of his grand throne.  He sighed, and the air seemed to come from every corner of his chest, like one who knew only the most profound loneliness. Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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Farmer Meets Paladin

Doomed!

Enrys was so sure he was doomed.  He crouched and hugged his knees, and he squeezed his eyes shut tight. Silently, he willed the approaching monsters to finish him off quickly.  The hisses and growls continued, loud enough to drown the death cries of his animals, but he felt no pain.  Instead, the sounds began to quiet, as though fading in the distance.  With uncertainty, he cracked one eye open.

The monsters were gone!  He stood, shocked silly, and quickly looked around.  What could have sent them off like that?  Enrys was sure it was something horrible, until his eyes landed on an unkempt man in some half-rusted armor, wielding a dented hammer. Read the rest of this entry »

 

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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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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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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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