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  • 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 3 months 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 3 months ago
  • Lower Your Shields for My Next Trench Run

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    Posted 3 months ago
  • 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 3 months 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 3 months 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 3 months 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 3 months 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 3 months 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 3 months 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 3 months 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 3 months ago
  • Fractal Realities: Funneling

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    Posted 3 months ago
  • 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 3 months 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 4 months 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 4 months 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 4 months 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 4 months 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 4 months 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.


    Posted 4 months 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 4 months 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 4 months 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 4 months ago
  • Castle Bravo

    The wizard was shaken out of his reverie by Ellesmere, who led them into a large room filled with teleprinters. The rapid-fire rattle of inked metal on paper was everywhere, though it faded a little as they made their way over to a large map table further…

    Posted 4 months ago
  • Grable

    The duty watchman waved them out of the circle sharply. It flashed white, the challenge and countersign were exchanged, and two men in arctic uniforms appeared. A third was supported between them, furs dark with blood. Medics rushed forward.

    Neatly stepp…

    Posted 4 months ago
  • On the shore

    Hair dark and damp were stirring in the wind

    and I sat on a rock and looked at her

    naked back as night made his descent.

    The reddening sky background to flocks of gulls;

    no voice, nor song of other son of Man

    was to disturb our tendersome farewell.

    Posted 4 months ago