At the edge of the world it lives, the end of all things. The mighty, slumbering of the world serpent, Sundredar.
Iy lays, wreathed in a cloak of its terrible, vaporous breath. The choking clouds so thick that the world is held in a haze. It slumbers, breathing deeply, and while it slumbers it dreams. It dreams of the First Time, the time when the...
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Iy lays, wreathed in a cloak of its terrible, vaporous breath. The choking clouds so thick that the world is held in a haze. It slumbers, breathing deeply, and while it slumbers it dreams. It dreams of the First Time, the time when the...
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Re-born...
I am not sure how to begin this story, but it does have one. A bee-gin-ing. At least I know I have a bee-gin-ing. Ev-ree-thing has a beginning. They have to, o-ther-wise they would not be.
Sorr-ee.
This is new to me.
Eve-ree-thing is just ste-range.
Every-thing has a begin-ning, even me, I begin with my parents and I am sure they begin with...
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I am not sure how to begin this story, but it does have one. A bee-gin-ing. At least I know I have a bee-gin-ing. Ev-ree-thing has a beginning. They have to, o-ther-wise they would not be.
Sorr-ee.
This is new to me.
Eve-ree-thing is just ste-range.
Every-thing has a begin-ning, even me, I begin with my parents and I am sure they begin with...
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E.D.E.N. - Prime
Day - 0 000 000.00 - time dilation in effect
<//: running program //>
<//: beginning simulation //>
<//: commencing logarithmic adjustment //>
<//: assessing localized target values //>
<//: establishing elemental properties; 2 //>
<//: quantifying values of elemental properties, a & b //>
<//: properties of a = [0] //>
<//: properties of b = [0] < x* //> (where...
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Day - 0 000 000.00 - time dilation in effect
<//: running program //>
<//: beginning simulation //>
<//: commencing logarithmic adjustment //>
<//: assessing localized target values //>
<//: establishing elemental properties; 2 //>
<//: quantifying values of elemental properties, a & b //>
<//: properties of a = [0] //>
<//: properties of b = [0] < x* //> (where...
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Five-minute fiction... and something more.
00.00 - 00.05
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It did not move, not even the changing of the wind, or the coming of the rain stirred it from its apparent slumber. Skyseer doubted a living creature could stay so immobile, so still, and silent. The Sky-Gods had myths of the ancient travellers who travelled across the sky held in bonds of ice and fire....
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00.00 - 00.05
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It did not move, not even the changing of the wind, or the coming of the rain stirred it from its apparent slumber. Skyseer doubted a living creature could stay so immobile, so still, and silent. The Sky-Gods had myths of the ancient travellers who travelled across the sky held in bonds of ice and fire....
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Five-minute fiction... and something more.
23.02 - 23.07
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slipping through the forest.
Skyseer returned each night, once his clan had bedded down to dream the dreams of their ancestors he slunk from the crude hut which they shared and ventured once more into the forest. He knew the path to the creatures resting place by heart after so many nocturnal wanderings, but he was...
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23.02 - 23.07
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slipping through the forest.
Skyseer returned each night, once his clan had bedded down to dream the dreams of their ancestors he slunk from the crude hut which they shared and ventured once more into the forest. He knew the path to the creatures resting place by heart after so many nocturnal wanderings, but he was...
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Five-minute fiction... and something more.
00.49 - 00.54
They did not trust him at times for he told stories, spun falsehoods about the creatures he encountered in the forest around their camp. But he felt they would believe him this time, if only he would tell, but he did not. He sat and watched, clutching his spear tightly, his eyes fixed on the creature.
Skyseer...
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00.49 - 00.54
They did not trust him at times for he told stories, spun falsehoods about the creatures he encountered in the forest around their camp. But he felt they would believe him this time, if only he would tell, but he did not. He sat and watched, clutching his spear tightly, his eyes fixed on the creature.
Skyseer...
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Five-minute fiction... the beginning of something more.
23.38 - 23.43
It terrified him.
He had encountered it on one of his many trips out into the wilderness surrounding his familys territory, an area taken from a neighbouring tribe many sun-passings ago. He had nearly fallen over it, and surely would have been killed by it provided the strange light which the creature emitted.
It was...
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23.38 - 23.43
It terrified him.
He had encountered it on one of his many trips out into the wilderness surrounding his familys territory, an area taken from a neighbouring tribe many sun-passings ago. He had nearly fallen over it, and surely would have been killed by it provided the strange light which the creature emitted.
It was...
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heartbaker:
I love your blogs
Five-minute fiction... the beginning of something more.
23.15 - 23.20
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Skyseer had been stealing away from the village, his village, for more than handful of the passings of the sun. Each night he waited until his father and mother, sisters and brothers, fell a sleep before he snuck into the forest. He did not want to worry his family, but they would worry if...
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23.15 - 23.20
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Skyseer had been stealing away from the village, his village, for more than handful of the passings of the sun. Each night he waited until his father and mother, sisters and brothers, fell a sleep before he snuck into the forest. He did not want to worry his family, but they would worry if...
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Five-minute fiction.
22.35 - 23.40
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Fitz stumbled and fell, clawing at the empty air as he went over backwards. He turned end over end the ground far below, but approaching quickly. He frantically tried to do something, anything to avert gravitys ever-consistent pull, but nothing could turn her away and he fell, if anything faster.
Above and behind him he heard the screams of...
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22.35 - 23.40
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Fitz stumbled and fell, clawing at the empty air as he went over backwards. He turned end over end the ground far below, but approaching quickly. He frantically tried to do something, anything to avert gravitys ever-consistent pull, but nothing could turn her away and he fell, if anything faster.
Above and behind him he heard the screams of...
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garrattj:
Blargh! I want to vomit! That piece is just utter trash!
Five-minute fiction...
23.17 - 23.22
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Sorne stood in the doorway of the shuttle. Below him the gangway yawned open like the great empty maw of a great beast. Even further below, so distant as to appear like tiny fireflies lights danced upon the surface of the world.
The air, thin, cold and unbreathable hissed around him, but he stood, resolute, his eyes on the...
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23.17 - 23.22
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Sorne stood in the doorway of the shuttle. Below him the gangway yawned open like the great empty maw of a great beast. Even further below, so distant as to appear like tiny fireflies lights danced upon the surface of the world.
The air, thin, cold and unbreathable hissed around him, but he stood, resolute, his eyes on the...
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Five-minute fiction.
23.44 - 23.49
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Choking smoke filled the corridor, turning it into a hazy image, like one glimpsed through the dirty lens of a film projector. Marty crawled his way forward pushing debris and bodies as aside, trying desperately to stay as low as possible.
His lungs burned from the inhalation of the smoke, and he coughed and spluttered, his eyes watering. But...
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23.44 - 23.49
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Choking smoke filled the corridor, turning it into a hazy image, like one glimpsed through the dirty lens of a film projector. Marty crawled his way forward pushing debris and bodies as aside, trying desperately to stay as low as possible.
His lungs burned from the inhalation of the smoke, and he coughed and spluttered, his eyes watering. But...
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Five minute fiction.
23.44 - 23.49
Sham pushed his way through the crowded streets. All around him market-stall traders hefted their wares and cast them at the swarming crowds, but whether the heat or the drought had dampened their spirits few seemed interested in any of the items offered. Sham, had neither time nor the eye for any such frivolous things, he pushed and shoved,...
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23.44 - 23.49
Sham pushed his way through the crowded streets. All around him market-stall traders hefted their wares and cast them at the swarming crowds, but whether the heat or the drought had dampened their spirits few seemed interested in any of the items offered. Sham, had neither time nor the eye for any such frivolous things, he pushed and shoved,...
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theslannydone:
Terry Pratchett, eh....that's the third time I've heard his name in the past week....guess I better pick up one of his books 
garrattj:
Yeah, he's pretty good. Everyone should really take a gander at his body of work.