Tag: writing
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Bloom
“You’re late.” Ginger ducked under the dripping awning of the noodle shop and dropped without ceremony onto a stool beside the vendor’s only customer. “Had to lose a tail.” The handsome blonde gentleman beside her smirked darkly and sipped from his bowl of ramen. They were an odd pair, her in her soaked denim and…
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Croissants and Second Chances
The 52nd floor of Amotken Tower had been abandoned. In a building bursting with so many people and businesses that particular floor with it’s cubicles had emptied, save for security guards, and four men occupying the sleek soundproofed office. Zaron stared out the full wall of windows streaked by rain, his gaze lost in the…
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The Scent Brings Me Back
No air bubbles had risen for almost a minute before Gin erupted to the surface. Quick as a wink Mallo reached over the edge of the pontoon boat and drug the human up and out of the water. “Love of Misp!” snarled the ork. “Do you ever consider not trying to get yourself killed?!” Gin…
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Modern Fairytale
Roars of a hundred motorcycles echoed out from the south gate and reverberated off of Zaron’s broad back. “How many more races you stuck there for?” Hands clasped behind his back, Zaron’s intimidating presence warded away a pair of teens looking for a place to sneak in. “As many as the boss wishes.” His cyber…
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The Rose
“Zaron!” Zaron blinked out of his thoughts, looking away from the rain-streaked window to the man sitting opposite of him in the dimly lit limousine. “Finally. Answer me the first time.” “Sorry, boss.” He wasn’t sorry. Zaron rotated the stem of the single rose he held and skimmed his thumb along the edge of a…
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Rewind
“What were you thinking?! No, you weren’t! As usual! How could you do this? Because I’m having a hard time understanding just how you thought last night was a good idea.” “Oh, calm down!” Ginger sighed heavily. The half cybernetic ork woman shoved a thick finger into the red-head’s face. “You LOOK at me when…
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Clear Skies
“Mi-ister Ward, you’re needed at the South stairwell.” Zaron winced as his earpiece crackled. Feeling a tap on his right shoulder, he traded places with another bouncer guarding the crowded, holograph illuminated entrance to the night club. “Talk to me, Charge.” Earsplitting music pulsed and moved the hundreds of mutated and cyber-enhanced party-goers like a…
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From This Moment
The tide had withdrawn from the cliffs. Lying on the floor of her cell, Risala distractedly played her fingers over the ridges of her pelvic fins as she watched the reflection of the sun off the water filter past the iron bars to dance over the worn stone ceiling. Soft, shallow waves trickled in and…
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To An End
“That is a terrible plan.” “Will you hear me out?” Merric’s fins fanned out in his anger as he glared at her. “You know, you’re right. It’s not a terrible plan. It’s idiotic! Are you insane?!” Risala pressed her back to the thick cave wall of volcanic stone where they hid to avoid sinking remnants of…
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Isle of Man
There was something exhilarating about racing down an empty seaside road as the warm sun crept up into the sky. Dawn summoned a low mist with it that hovered over the sea grass and heather, creating an alien landscape that lazily spilled across the roads and down the cliff sides into the sea. The days…
Worlds of Risala 