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June 2, 2013

Excerpt – Insurrection: Chapter 1

Excerpt – Insurrection: Chapter 1 a tale of the Twilight Continuum The air felt cool as it flew by my face; thick, steamy, sluggish, with just the touch of the hinterlands of Lorrisi, a nearby forest tainting the air with its pungent spores. This would not have been the first time I died, so I […]
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Published on June 02, 2013 22:46

May 24, 2013

Suicide Seed

a tale of Hayward’s Reach Stephanie Mehta woke Thursday morning to her clock radio in her tiny apartment in the Russian city of Moscow. It was little more than a room with a kitchen and bathroom.   She shuffled around slowly until she got her bearings. She was a diminutive Indian woman in her early thirties, with […]
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Published on May 24, 2013 17:33

May 9, 2013

One Pilot, Six Panels, One TARDIS

Name that Panel This is my first and only Doctor Who post on my site currently. Thanks for dropping by. In time for the 50th anniversary, we have been given the rare distinction of having photographs of the six control panels of the TARDIS, thanks to IO9.com. As an exercise, both because IO9.com is doing it [...]
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Published on May 09, 2013 00:23

April 26, 2013

Anger without Enthusiasm (5)

Dramatis Persona: Clifford Engram: Paranormal Investigator, Accursed Zebediah Kane (Phoenix) : Senior Investigator, Accursed Jan Havel (Rock): Sanction Operative, Accursed Acedia Bela (Paper): Sanction Operative, Accursed Sean Harper (Scissors): Sanction Operative, Accursed Ben Fisher (Barghest): Deputized for Duration, Accursed Lt. Phil Franklin: Military Escort Part 5: Accursed For the better part of an hour, no […]
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Published on April 26, 2013 19:49

April 25, 2013

Moral Ground

Because a thing seems difficult for you, do not think it impossible for anyone to accomplish. –Marcus Aurelius  Three hours into my new job, my eyes began to operate independently from my brain. I reached a state of self-transcendent zombieness and learned to see human anatomy as a collection of wet, pliant machine parts and so […]
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Published on April 25, 2013 21:00

April 24, 2013

Entropy

We chased him for forty days and forty nights. He eluded us, he deceived us, he made us fight against each other, he tormented us and mislead us. And yet he could not escape us. For all of our infighting, we were committed to one thing above all other petty jealousies, beyond our rivalries for […]
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Published on April 24, 2013 17:22

April 23, 2013

Anger Without Enthusiasm (4)

“They’re all around us.” Rock, Jan “Red” Havel, whispered while wiping the remains of what was once a human being from her hand. We had stopped thinking about what these things used to be. We had to. Otherwise we’d lose our minds. The alien stink mixed with the scent of human offal caused even professional […]
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Published on April 23, 2013 20:51

April 22, 2013

Within Arms Reach (1)

Claude Marks was a man down on his luck. He lost his job as a gas station attendant a year ago and paradoxically seemed unqualified for any work which could support even his meager lifestyle, such as it was. Claude was a man of simple tastes and ambitions. Not a terrible looking fellow, Claude had [...]
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Published on April 22, 2013 20:06

April 21, 2013

Psychopomp

I failed the first tests when I was just a little kid. You know the ones. The preliminary PSE’s. Psychopathy, Sociopathy, and Empathy psychology exams administered to everyone in elementary school. They showed me the pictures of people I was supposed to feel sympathy for and I felt nothing. Even back then, I knew there [...]
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Published on April 21, 2013 19:57

Anger without Enthusiasm (3)

Part 3 “Mister, hey mister. Wake up…” Waking up was the last thing I expected to be doing. I felt like about fifty miles of bad road. I tried to open my eyes but only one of them complied. The other was swollen shut. I tried to sit up but my rib cage let me [...]
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Published on April 21, 2013 16:00