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March 24, 2020

A Collected Poem

From out of the blue, an intense, occasionally surreal experience.An occurrence.An event that sheds lights on the true story,A need to change with the season. Choose your favorite bits and pieces of life.Draw on the best.Find yourself surrendering to fantasy.Experiment.When nothing is sure, everything is possible. Focus on what’s important.Be open to whatever comes next.Adventure
Black figure with its arms raised and mouth open. There are symbols above its head indicating anger and swearing.

March 17, 2020


CW/ Sanism (first poem). I used to write haikus at workWhile none of my duties were shirked.But these longer rhymesShould be called crimes.Writing limericks will drive you berserk. I once had a curious nightIn which I was given a fright.I woke up in a cornerWith naught but a quarterAnd nary a pay phone in sight.
A doctor points to an illustration as onlookers take notes.
Featured image by National Cancer Institute. Last month, I shared a survey asking what types of articles are of interest to fantasy readers. The number one response I got was the random stuff I had to research for my writing. Enjoy some tidbits about topics I’d never dreamed I’d have to know about. Architecture Researched
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Two cosplayers. Link stands in water, sword extended. Dark Link crouches on Link's sword, grinning.

March 3, 2020

Liberate Yourself

CW/ Ableist language. The lean, blond teen stepped into the room. The door slammed shut behind him, bars emphasizing the impossibility of turning back. His sword gleamed in front of him as he looked around, expecting four walls and a ceiling. Instead, he saw a gray mist that seemed to extend for miles. He took
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A line drawing of an apple tree on an olive-colored background. There is a black vignette so the tree seems to be glowing.

February 25, 2020

Three Princes

In a very old kingdom ruled by a very old king, an apple tree stood amid a lush garden inside the castle walls. This tree, the pride of the kingdom, produced seven solid gold apples every day, until one day there were none. The king posted guards outside the garden, but the following day, there
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A world map showing what Earth could look like in 2182. More deserts, less ice, and a mountain range through the Atlantic.

February 18, 2020

Another Time, Part Two

While some characters may resemble actual people, they are used fictitiously. Actions/beliefs in this story do not represent those of actual people. Read part one here. Earth, 2182 (Click to view larger) “Ben!” The brilliant, young Hawking spoke between huffs. He must have run all the way from the labs. “My initial test worked, but
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11 people of various ethnicities sit around a long oval table in front of 7 flags representing the 7 world nations in 2182.

February 11, 2020

Another Time

Ben stood and turned to the window, his back to the man seated in front of his desk. “We won’t survive a disaster of that magnitude,” he said, staring out at the green fields of western Antarctica. “There must be something we can do.” “We’ve tried every scenario we can think of.” The seated man
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A vector silhouette of four galloping horses pulling a fancy carriage driven by a man in a wide-brimmed hat.

February 4, 2020

The Fickle Flesh of Fate

The skeleton, wearing a long cloak and a wide-brimmed hat pulled low over his face, looked down at the list in his hand, checking his next appointment. He hopped into the driver’s seat of his coach and snapped the reins at the four onyx steeds in harness. The horses snorted, pawed at the ground, and
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An empty rowboat, its two oars angled out over the water, in the middle of the sea. Seen from far above.
Missed the beginning? Part one. Part two. Part Three. I woke with a start. The sun was just rising. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep on the path. Struggling to stand, I wondered when my joints had become arthritic. No matter, I just needed to get the heck out of Dodge. Returning to the pier, I
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Flat vector illustration of a circle of thatched-roof huts on dirt and grass.
Missed the beginning? Read part one here. Read part two here. The darkness consumed me as I crunched along the sand. The bobbing light of the lantern splashed across my path, revealing puddles of earth as I went. Without warning, the ground shot straight up into the air. After a moment, I realized it was
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An empty rowboat sits on the sand of a beach, water lapping at the shore. The oars are crossed on top of the seat.
Missed part one? Read it here. As I walked toward the scent, it became unmistakable: it smelled like a beach. Maybe there’d be people there who would tell me what this place was. I picked up my pace. I realized someone from work should have noticed by then I wasn’t in the office. No one
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An open pick safe with tubes of money inside.
It was a rare night I’d have to close at the store, but there I was, waiting in the cash office for cashiers to bring in their cash. “Something More” by Sugarland was playing on the iPod, and I was singing along. I stopped singing when I heard the tube system whirring to life. A
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