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  • She Just Said Yes.

    We used to believe things when I was a kid; I'm only 17, but that's plenty old enough now. We used to believe we would live forever, and things would would work themselves out. We used to believe this was our planet.

    The year is 2040, and now we know…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Fractal Realities: In the Face of the Wild

    Vines and creepers covered every part of the bulkhead's interior. Sickly brown leaves, branches whose mottled bark looked like scales, as well as wicked looking thorns choked the mouth of the doorway. The metal surround it had warped, in some places buckl…

    Posted 4 years ago
  • Healing Flame

    Warmth spread through Malika like a breath of fresh air. She sucked air in sharply between her teeth. The sensation was almost painful. Heat spread through her, suffused her, warmed her on a level deeper than merely the physical. It coiled around her brok…

    Posted 3 years ago
  • Talu's Escape

    Tap tap tap tap tap tap.

    The pink girl darted across the rooftop, jumping gaps and dodging arrows, crystals, rocks, and all manner of magical projectiles.

    "Talu, wait up!" The little weasel-like creature followed after her, much slower on its short litt…

    Posted 4 years ago
  • The castle grounds

    You sometimes lost your way, but when you make it to a place like this, arriving without knowing how and why you arrived, you know you're not lost anymore. The air has an inimitable quality to itself, seemingly contained with the light of a day beginning …

    Posted 8 years ago
  • TRAILHEAD: Burning Questions (sample CYOA story)

    You have been asleep. But you're not in your bed. You don't even remember going to sleep. You feel like you're still half in some kind of murky dream.

    Gradually you become aware of a dull roar, not far away.

    You shake your head, hoping to clear it, but th…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Rust, Blood, and Flame

    Malika paced steadily deeper into the woods, sword out to the side. Pale blue flames, barely visible, licked along the blade's length. Near the base, just above the hilt, the only space not utterly consumed by rust, was etched a single word. Truth. It was…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • I couldn't comment, so I made a sequel.

    Well, I know the site has been having some issues. I may be able to try poking the person who manages it directly (Ethel, to the best of my knowledge), and see if they know what's going on. People have been having all sorts of issues. Namely, with sequels…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Yes

    The train hissed as it prepared to leave. The whistle blew, signaling the last call for passengers to board.

    I looked up into the face of best friend. In that moment I saw every escapade we'd ever had in reverse. I was left with the day we met. He'd lean…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • The Yes Stone

    I laid on top of my bed, replaying the train station good-bye over and over in my head. It had been a month since he left. He was probably through basic training and beginning his specialization. I rolled over and reached under the bed to pull out a box o…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Due to Technical Difficulties All Sequels must be New Stories

    "We can create, but not collaborate!" shouted the ficlatte patron from atop the saucer. It only served to make her a few inches taller.

    "We can't hear you!" called the techie trying to connect a mic to a giant speaker but clearly not having brought the ri…

    Posted 1 year ago
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    Posted 6 years ago
  • Light, Faith, and Sacrament

    Orthael kissed the symbol and took a deep breath, feeling the power of his god like a warm wash of water. The exhalation is a release: a surrender of all that comprises him, an acknowledgement of his weakness and an acceptance of strength that is not his …

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Why Pray?

    What is the point of prayer?

    We ask god to make things a certain way that have been what they are all along.

    Please don't let it be cancer

    Please let it be mold and not a dangerous building toxin

    It's not like god miraculously changes it from what it is…

    Posted 3 years ago
  • The Church-Turing Thesis

    the church-turing thesis is inescapable.

    any system with the right set of properties is, in principle, a computer.

    most don't compute anything useful. uncountable decimal-prefix-unknown-illions of accidental turing machines, embodied in the matter and ene…

    Posted 10 months ago
  • Servants of Fire

    Malika wiped away the tears from her eyes with the palm of one hand and gracefully rose to her feet, turning to face the newcomer.

    "Be you friend or foe?" she asked. "Morduth insists you be friend, but I be not so willing to trust in his judgment just ye…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • In Presence Exalted

    At long last, Orthael returned the sword to its guard position and stood quietly for several seconds before realising there were no foes left to slay. That was not to say that he was alone, however. There was someone in the clearing beyond the trees, a si…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Notions and Musings 1 (June 1, 2015)

    Yesterday I somewhat rashly read a typo as an intentionally significant respelling, a dropped letter suggesting an element missing in the story, conspicuous in its absence. I am sorry that I misunderstood, but I'm grateful because that would be an interes…

    Posted 7 years ago
  • Dancing with Death

    Malika danced. Creatures emerged from the darkness all around her, and she whirled among them. Her steps were light, quick. She never remained still, never allowed the beasts to reach her. She was driven by need, fueled by the sword's own desire.

    Blood …

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Technical Draft Test

    Once upon a midnight dreary, I wrote a Ficlet - loud and clearly

    Over many a quaint and curious volume from the days of yore

    Posted 8 years ago
  • Lost Things: Pandora

    The elevator doors opened. Pandora stepped onto the 52nd floor of the Pouthena Building. Pulling her shawl closer, she gingerly set out for Row 31, her cane tapping a slow staccato on the marble tile as she walked. She had all the time in the world.

    Care…

    Posted 3 years ago
  • Fractal Realities: Through the Door

    I have a screen door that doesn't open. The sliding glass door sit between the kitchen and the backyard patio, little more than a translucent wall. At the edge of the property is a chain link fence that separates my property from a steep grass-covered hil…

    Posted 4 years ago
  • Block: the Pitiful Personification

    I'm not sure when fun became a fight.

    Tiny, temperamental typed letters, once my allies, took up sawn-off exclamation marks and loaded their cannon with blotted full-stops. They barred the way across the blank white battlefield with hyphens and ellipses …

    Posted 8 years ago
  • Flames of the Fire

    "Orthael!" she spat. "Protector of life, servant of the All-Consumer." Her voice dripped disdain. "Summoned by a local parish, no doubt." Orthael nodded. "To protect us." He nodded again.

    "Well, holy man, where were you when my village was destroyed …

    Posted 6 years ago
  • No More Fear

    "Do you two maggots have something to say to the whole toon?" Drill Seargent Norris yelled up into the faces of the new recruits.

    "No Drill Seargent!" they barked back.

    "Get on your faces and push, and I want to hear some conversation, or everybody will p…

    Posted 6 years ago