Progress, Not Perfection
Let me say one thing straight off the top. I am not writing for your amusement, to ensure historical accuracy, or to get across some sort of philosophical metaphor. This document is my confession. I am writing down my experiences because I […]
Taiya looked furious. She stood in front of Alex’s house, waiting for him to go in, but he refused. “I’ll take you home.” “I don’t need you to take me home.” “But I want to.” “Alex, please, it’s getting dark.” “I’m not […]
Noomi realized that none of her confreres (literally: criminal brothers) from the Alternaut Academy had acknowledged her presence, but, before she could become indignant, a tall, lean man with a clipboard walked into the room. “My name is Sergeant R. Lee Ermey,” […]
Out of the hundred or so e-mails he received daily, nine out of ten were fun to read. The entire process took about twenty minutes to go through. One caught his attention that he couldn’t quite process. It was neither fan nor […]
“I understand you hunt unicorns.” Prevus shrugged, “I hunt many things.” He didn’t like the feeling the stranger was giving him. The fact someone had taken the time to track him down and knew so much about him put him on the […]
Ana felt the eyes watching. She knew the natives had to be close but nothing physical betrayed their presence. No rustling leaves. No pause in the symphony of forest life. Yet an irresistible energy called her to lay bare the secrets of […]
A powerful hand grabbed him by his shirt and lifted him back onto the dock. Ash’s limp body was thrown roughly to the ground, the key snatched from his hand. A moment later Ash was again airborne and moving rapidly down the […]
Gilliam rested his hand on mace’s handle, straining his hearing for another sound. After a few seconds the cleric’s patience was rewarded when voices drifted through the night air towards them. He glanced at his nephew and was pleased to see he […]
“We’re not ‘afraid of’ anything except giving you lot the idea that there is anything to talk about involving your God. Just who are you to decide what anyone should be talking about around here, anyway?” demanded Miriam. “Maybe we do it […]
Just then, Tancogeistla rode by, as if an embodiment of our thoughts. Cavarillos was right. Our general’s face was flushed with the fire of liquor and he was unsteady in the saddle. Passing the lugoae, the levy spearmen, he cursed their leader and ordered them […]
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