What we were talking about
Looking down at him where he sat, slackjawed, perturbed, she slipped off her shoe, ran her foot into the slit pocket of his navy cashmere jacket, painted toenails and the ball of her foot touching the...
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Echus Chasma Originally uploaded by ridingwithrobotsThey say it was flowing groundwater that made these canyons on the surface of Mars, but to me it looks to be the work of a gigantic, malicious child,...
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It was when the second lightning bolt struck him that he started to take notice. It was always the same - halfway through the third margarita of the night he started thinking of his mother. “Oh, just...
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Ohajiki by chidorian on Zooomr It was a long line to Customer Service, and the pair in front of me began speaking in urgent tones about how she never wanted a gas grill but only a charcoal brazier (but...
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100_0662 by milkfish on ZooomrSpinning, twisting in a downward converging helix into the pit I never thought I’d behold not ever in my tweakermost dreams, her hazel eyes my sigil notionally on mine lo...
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could this be Zeus, down from heaven, whizzing through space?From an Boeotian red-figure bell-shaped crater, ca. 450-425 BC.“The beautiful trail in the sky looked like a mysterious celestial...
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I woke this morning with a clear view of the essential problem with the novel I did for NaNoWriMo last year, the way a mathematician might awake with a sudden clear insight that unravels the proof of...
View ArticleThe one they called The Lance was there for business
The Lance raised his cutting laser over his head for emphasis. “Open this gate before you make me cut it open!” The weapon was heavy, however, so he ended up resting its butt back on the asphalt while...
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We packed our instruments and our guns on the curious low canoes employed by the natives and made our way westward from Manaus, thinking only of the words of the spirit talker who refused to come with...
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The man without a country pulled the hood of his parka closer while a synthesized voice droned into his left ear giving a GPS track. The Alaskan taiga around him had been scoured clean and flat by...
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