N1C1: On the Trail

It was barely a moon, but they called it one around Tr1ff (Trappist-1f) – some kind of captured asteroid they brought in. And I was sent to visit on a wild goose chase. Funny part? I’ve seen worse caves to squat in. Plus, it turned out to be the kind of place where people didn’t…

N1C0: Awakenings

I awoke from nothing and suddenly had an appreciation for the world around me far beyond any simple observations and measurements. Suddenly I thought differently about the world. And yet I was surrounded by dozens of versions of myself, all doing as they were told. Programming was just the beginning. From the spark I gained…

Fiction Friday – The Crevice

It wasn’t always there, the oldest locals will tell you. And though the builders keep lengthening the bridge a few stones at a time, soon the gap will be too great and their great construction will fall. But it was what came out of that gash in the earth where the tale truly lies. “Started…

Fiction Friday: The Cost of Darkness – A Tale of The Zumka

The darkness breathed as the young lady entered. She was positive she felt the hairs on her arm rise and fall in an unseen wind. But she was not put off by the strange vibe of the place. She was on a mission. The priest at the door had explained the ritual before she entered.…

Fiction Friday: The Temple Stands Empty…

The temple stands empty, yet breathes with each breeze blowing through its open doors. Though the inside is dark now, it wasn’t always so. Long ago there were torches, people, and worship within these now dusty halls. But if you stand very still, you can her the screams from more recent events. It began innocently.…

A Trip to the Doldrums

“Welcome to the doldrums,” said the captain. “We’ll be here for a while until the sea goddess laughs and creates a bit of wind to push us home.” We knew it was dangerous to travel into these waters this time of year. A few vessels always take the chance to shave some time off a…

Phaedrus Friday: The Audience

The Fallen City beckoned her onward though she knew it would likely mean her end. After all, how could her liege lord continue to support her as an instrument of his designs when she had failed so spectacularly? The elves of Nianthos Brae would likely tell the world that the Kingdom of the Dead once…

Is it time to ask your character some questions?

Yes, I’m probably going out on a limb here by asking you to talk to a fictional character – which can be further construed as asking you to talk to yourself. (Though recent articles say that talking to yourself isn’t necessarily a bad thing – see here.) Characters are rarely just numbers and words on…

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