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Friday Flash # 65: Surviving Elsewhere, Part 13 -- Confrontation

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I did not bow to this thing enveloped in darkness. Subservience would win me no points. I could see nothing within the dark folds of the cloak as though night itself wrapped around the figure within. Tall and human shaped, though that last probably didn't mean anything here in Elsewhere. I knew many creatures on this side had the same shape as humans and others could

Friday Flash # 64: Surviving Elsewhere, Part 12 -- The Battle/2

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Panic swept through me as I hit the mud and debris outside the door, sprawling on my hands and knees. The fury of the storm saved me; the Earth Elemental clinging to the cottage had not heard me, yet.


I tried to get up, but slipped again in the rain and wind. Not having the walls of the cottage to protect me proved a problem. I had also dropped the limb I had used

Friday Flash # 63: Surviving Elsewhere, Part 11 -- The Battle/1

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I began to search frantically for any sort of weapon. I'd have even settled for the broom, if it hadn't already gone into hiding. The birds, squirrels and small people also took cover as a giant brown hand, about ten times the size of my own, began to tear viciously at the branches while leaves and twigs rained down on us. The storm had not abated, either, so that

Friday Flash # 62: Surviving Elsewhere, Part 10 -- Eye of the Storm

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Edmond and I bolted through the last bites of the food and left dinnerware on the table -- though it picked itself up and scurried off to the sink where the plates and silverware seemed to be clattering in fear. The broom danced around in circles and then dashed for the bedroom and threw itself under the bed.


Outside the window, dark fierce clouds began bearing down

Writing Things, Note 1

 

 

 

      I write quite a bit. Anyone who knows me realizes that I'm not afraid of the blank page. Why should I be? These are only words, and I decide if anyone else sees them or not. Failure? There is no failure in writing except not to write what calls to you out of some misplaced fear that it won't be perfect and right. Does that mean writing poorly is acceptable? No. But it

Flash Friday # 61: Surviving Elsewhere Part 9: The Calm before the Storm(Serial)

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I awoke to the sound of Edmond arguing with someone -- some thing, actually, that had a high-pitched voice, their words invading my nice, calm darkness and pulling me back to the real world.


Well, not so much real. I turned and found Edmond arguing with a squirrel. Color me surprised.


"Listen, you poor excuse for a mammal --" the squirrel . . .

New Release: Badlands

The small settlement on the world of Caliente is suffering from a devastating drought and the two segments of the population are coming to blows over the remaining water. Someone has to be daring to keep everyone alive and Carmen del Santo Palo, a leader of one of the gangs, is reluctantly taking up the challenge.


Carmen is faster and smarter than a lot of the other gang members, but

Merry Go Round Tour # 26 -- Research

Oh yes, the wondrous world of research where you think you are looking up something on Victorian England and end up digging through the history of Sargon and his successor, Rimush. You pull yourself back to Victorian England and end up reading Bleak House and studying fishing cycles in the North Sea. Oh yes. Research.


I love research. I have a huge library of hardbound books, most of

Flash Friday # 60: Surviving Elsewhere Part 8: Help (Serial)

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Maggie pulled a chair over and took my hand, her fingers warm. I'd started to tremble; wound, cold, very odd place where the broom moved away from the door on it's own and my cousin's wings fluttered slightly with agitation.


"I'm sorry Mark," she said and leaned over to brush the hair from my eyes with her other hand. "I didn't have the strength to carry you out of

Flash Friday # 59: Surviving Elsewhere Part 7: Found (Serial)

 

 
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I was too exhausted to move as I watched the motorcycle turn, the wings flapping. Yes, flapping. The wings spread out wide on either side, golden and tipped with black. I watched the feathers catch the light as the cycle swept downward. Someone was riding the cycle, his hair golden hair streaming backwards.


It wasn't until he had landed that I saw the second