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  • Bernhard

    The whipcrack sound of a bullet flying past brought Osterley out of her metathaumaturgical musing. She ran forward, tugging Newkirk with her, and they made their way together to an alleyway between their building and the next. A small cluster of green-uni…

    Posted 1 month ago
  • Fractal Realities: Waking Paralysis

    Hurrying to the bathroom, I felt like I was going to burst. I prayed that no one was in it and reached for the handle. It was open. I locked it and rushed to the toilet, dropping my pants as I did so.

    I had to bending down to raise the seat up. My face…

    Posted 1 month ago
  • Fractal Realities: Symptoms of Separation

    The cool of the window pane seeped into Roger's skin, bringing blessed cold. In a few minutes it would be too much but for now it felt like relief. Anything to bring down the fever that was overheating his body and stealing his energy. It was worse at nig…

    Posted 1 month ago
  • Paravane

    Osterley and Beckton looked at each other for a moment. Something passed between them: not intimate, as such - functional, practical. She took a step back, while Beckton made ready his weapon. There were no theatrics, no heartfelt exchanges. The people wh…

    Posted 1 month ago
  • Fractal Realities: The Sound of Fear

    Cicadas sang in the heat of the day. Mostly. But it was well past sundown and the night was far from silent. It overflowed with strange sounds, as if the darkened woods themselves were awake and agitated. It wasn't just the pulsing buzz of the cicadas e…

    Posted 1 month ago
  • Lower Your Shields for My Next Trench Run

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  • Fractal Realities: The Winner

    He sat in his car, parked in front of a small white house in Podunk, Florida. He had never been here before but he had been assured by the clerk at the sole convenience store on the edge of town that this was the house occupied by the woman who had just w…

    Posted 1 month ago
  • Fractal Realities: Lost and Found

    The last thing I remembered was driving . . . somewhere. Somewhere important. I think to meet somebody. Through one window, the rocky face of mountain frowned at me in slow motion. Through the other, the sea nodded in groups of white-capped heads that mur…

    Posted 1 month ago
  • Fractal Realities: Thrill of the Fight

    The two fighters were clumsy. They didn't know that before but they knew it now. Winning a fight was something they'd both taken for granted. With size and power on their side, they hadn't bothered to learn finesse. Mastering a fighting style took time an…

    Posted 1 month ago
  • Fractal Realities: Empty

    When the moment came to reveal his finished product, he felt trepidation. It was time to face the reality. For better or worse, it was his alone. He had sat there by himself grunting and sweating until he was completely tapped out. His muscles quivered, s…

    Posted 1 month ago
  • Postmaster

    In the entrance hall of the building, Beckton stayed as flat as possible against the wall and risked a look out of the open doors.

    It was chaos. Cars were on aflame, filling the otherwise overcast palette with fiery yellow and rich orange tones. He could…

    Posted 1 month ago
  • Wildhorn

    Osterley approached Newkirk as he placed a sheet of waxed canvas on the floor and unscrewed the cap from a small metal cylinder. She didn't say anything, but smoothed out her skirts and knelt down with him.

    The wizard handed her the canister, which she …

    Posted 1 month ago
  • Fractal Realities: Maiden Voyage

    RIchard stood at the stern of the ship, looking longingly back toward England. He had really hoped to extend his tour of the continent but the untimely death of his father dictated otherwise. His memories of the rough eastward crossing a scant month earli…

    Posted 1 month ago
  • Fractal Realities: On the Black Sea of Misery

    Arden Waithe never wanted to be on the boat. Or any boat. His experience had taught him that sailing was misery cubed. The rolling of the ground that never stopped, rising and falling, clenched his stomach inside an iron fist even as it spun his conscious…

    Posted 1 month ago
  • Fractal Realities: Funneling

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  • Gunnerside

    The spell took them to a much larger, high-ceilinged room. Beckton could instantly see that they had travelled some distance - they had left a cloudless day for a blustery one, and the air felt charged as though a storm was coming.

    Further along from the…

    Posted 1 month ago
  • Fractal Realities: Suffering Builds Character

    It's difficult to grow up. Shoot, it's difficult to even figure out what that means. I suspect that the act of growing up is rooted in pain. Pain that is unfair, unique to you, callous, and solely your responsibility. From the white-hot shard of ice whose…

    Posted 1 month ago
  • Bassoon

    Osterley took a much more compact submachine gun for herself, slipped it into a leather shoulder bag and then they moved straight to the teleport circle for transport. The watch had changed by now, and a harassed-looking youth who looked like he was barel…

    Posted 1 month ago
  • Area 11

    The preparations were brief and to the point. Broadview insisted that Newkirk take a pistol, which the wizard took with distaste before tucking it into an inner pocket of his jacket.

    After a few minutes, Beckton appeared in the company of two military po…

    Posted 1 month ago
  • Fractal Realities: Again

    How does this story start? It starts with the thought that my stories rarely lie down in the page in an effective way right from the start, that the story often goes through significant revisions until I find the right beginning. Just as this paragraph …

    Posted 1 month ago
  • Fractal Realities: Siren's Call

    I'm in a fun house. I've always like how the good ones play with perception. It reminds me of the Get Smart opening: expectation and subversion in a fun way. And they're so enthusiastic. Not the operators necessarily, who've seen this millions of times, b…

    Posted 1 month ago
  • Between Greed and the Mask (poem)

    In the darkness when man does sleep

    and a pallid moon is the only company he keeps

    the waves are calm, the silence deep,

    but in his dreaming heart is only greed.

    Our candles burn low crying tears of soft wax

    but we rejoice for it is our time at last.

    Tim…

    Posted 1 month ago
  • Tawasa

    A round-faced man who might have looked more at home in a butcher's or a grocer's shouldered his way in to talk to Newkirk. No divination required; the wizard remembered him from the past. He was an Ultra liason.

    "Broadview. How are things at Bletchley?"…

    Posted 1 month ago
  • Fractal Realities: Reflections

    I keep only one mirror in the house and I'm not entirely sure why. I should have destroyed it when I destroyed all the others. It's an antique hand mirror that's been in the family for four or five generations at least. Perhaps I value that link to my pas…

    Posted 1 month ago
  • Desert Rock VI

    Newkirk understood all too well. Everyone who had any sort of relevant experience pre-war had become drawn in to the all-encompassing project. He presumed that they had at least been partly successful, and if so then safeguarding such a source on the enem…

    Posted 1 month ago