The next 11 weeks.
So, updates have been rather sporadic since September. Guess that is the joy of malaise over the move coupled with the unwinding after the Masters. Well, updates are going to be off until Monday October 18th. The reason for this is as follows:
THE TERRY PRATCHETT PRIZEn
Sir Terry Pratchett had this to say:
Anywhere but here, anywhen but now. Which...
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So, updates have been rather sporadic since September. Guess that is the joy of malaise over the move coupled with the unwinding after the Masters. Well, updates are going to be off until Monday October 18th. The reason for this is as follows:
THE TERRY PRATCHETT PRIZEn
Sir Terry Pratchett had this to say:
Anywhere but here, anywhen but now. Which...
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The Funeral...
Fire! the officer called. He stood at attention, his sabre clutched tightly to his side, his dress uniform crisp and pristine. Behind him seven soldiers, dressed in the same uniform, with fewer medals, pulled the triggers of their rifles. Seven shots rang out as one. With fluid, graceful movements they worked the action released the spent casing and chambered the next round.
Fire!...
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Fire! the officer called. He stood at attention, his sabre clutched tightly to his side, his dress uniform crisp and pristine. Behind him seven soldiers, dressed in the same uniform, with fewer medals, pulled the triggers of their rifles. Seven shots rang out as one. With fluid, graceful movements they worked the action released the spent casing and chambered the next round.
Fire!...
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The Train...
The air smelled sweet. The late spring rain had given the world a vibrant, textural quality. Cassidy sat her hands in the lap of her service uniform and watched the landscape streak by. She revelled in the motion of the train, the gentle sway of the carriage as the iron behemoth churned around corners spilling great gouts of steam, the army had returned...
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The air smelled sweet. The late spring rain had given the world a vibrant, textural quality. Cassidy sat her hands in the lap of her service uniform and watched the landscape streak by. She revelled in the motion of the train, the gentle sway of the carriage as the iron behemoth churned around corners spilling great gouts of steam, the army had returned...
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Running...
She ran on, struggling over the slipperly ground, her chest heaving with each breath, great gouts of fog fountaining into the cold night air. Her head snapped around at the sound of the cracking branches, and at the barking of the dogs. They sounded like the hounds of Hell set loose to capture those poor, unfortunate souls that had managed a brief reprieve from...
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She ran on, struggling over the slipperly ground, her chest heaving with each breath, great gouts of fog fountaining into the cold night air. Her head snapped around at the sound of the cracking branches, and at the barking of the dogs. They sounded like the hounds of Hell set loose to capture those poor, unfortunate souls that had managed a brief reprieve from...
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The Shoreline...
A wave broke over the bow of the boat dowsing the occupants in a fine spray of freezing salt water. The boat struggled propelled through the choppy water by an worn-out engine and aided by the oar strokes of from two burly service men dressed in combat fatigues, their weapons tucked neatly under their seats. The other occupants of the boat, Three more...
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A wave broke over the bow of the boat dowsing the occupants in a fine spray of freezing salt water. The boat struggled propelled through the choppy water by an worn-out engine and aided by the oar strokes of from two burly service men dressed in combat fatigues, their weapons tucked neatly under their seats. The other occupants of the boat, Three more...
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And on...
Good morning, Miss Dyer, is that correc, Dyert? General Hershel Hemmingly said as the woman sat down in the chair opposite his desk.
Cassidy glanced around the room quickly as she sat down. It was a simple enough office. A small ten by ten square with an immense oak desk placed more or less directly in the center of it. Large book shelves....
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Good morning, Miss Dyer, is that correc, Dyert? General Hershel Hemmingly said as the woman sat down in the chair opposite his desk.
Cassidy glanced around the room quickly as she sat down. It was a simple enough office. A small ten by ten square with an immense oak desk placed more or less directly in the center of it. Large book shelves....
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So it begins...
The shaft of light speared the darkness illuminating the naked body of the girl. She lay curled in a ball, her legs pulled tight against her chest, and her slender arms wrapped around them. She trembled, not from the cold, for it was blistering hot, so hot that beads of sweat dotted her skin, occasionally streaking off leaving trails of pale, naked...
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The shaft of light speared the darkness illuminating the naked body of the girl. She lay curled in a ball, her legs pulled tight against her chest, and her slender arms wrapped around them. She trembled, not from the cold, for it was blistering hot, so hot that beads of sweat dotted her skin, occasionally streaking off leaving trails of pale, naked...
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A Holy Book in an unHoly time...
The little shop was like a tomb, a tomb of words. Captain Eric Holinger eased his way past a stack of books balanced precariously on each other and headed deeper into the store. He shrugged his heavy service trench coat of his shoulders and careful to allow the water to land on the floor, and not he books...
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The little shop was like a tomb, a tomb of words. Captain Eric Holinger eased his way past a stack of books balanced precariously on each other and headed deeper into the store. He shrugged his heavy service trench coat of his shoulders and careful to allow the water to land on the floor, and not he books...
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++ Had to play catch-up with the completion of my dissertation, here is teh first bit. ++
The Ring of Fire.
There was darkness.
And in the darkness there was heat.
The fire roared to life, engulfing the slender strands of grass that had encircled the massive oak tree. The smell of oil permeated the air and the flames leapt into the air to catch...
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The Ring of Fire.
There was darkness.
And in the darkness there was heat.
The fire roared to life, engulfing the slender strands of grass that had encircled the massive oak tree. The smell of oil permeated the air and the flames leapt into the air to catch...
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Over the Hedge...
There was agile, and then there was Agile. Well, in actual fact, there was agile, and then there was falling. Shast was in the process of doing the latter, and most assuredly wished to be the former.
A hedge row loomed into his field of vision, not one of the pleasant upper-class hedge rows you found up on Dawson Street, or Carter's...
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There was agile, and then there was Agile. Well, in actual fact, there was agile, and then there was falling. Shast was in the process of doing the latter, and most assuredly wished to be the former.
A hedge row loomed into his field of vision, not one of the pleasant upper-class hedge rows you found up on Dawson Street, or Carter's...
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471...
'Subject 471 is responding well to outside stimuli. What are the chances that the prototype will be ready for testing in the next week or so?' Dr Ellroy Killgaren said as he returned the databoard to the dock on the wall.
'Well,' Maximille Durst said,' that depends. The range of stimuli the subject has been exposed to has been limited, despite it being from...
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'Subject 471 is responding well to outside stimuli. What are the chances that the prototype will be ready for testing in the next week or so?' Dr Ellroy Killgaren said as he returned the databoard to the dock on the wall.
'Well,' Maximille Durst said,' that depends. The range of stimuli the subject has been exposed to has been limited, despite it being from...
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Rage in the Darkness...
Goarm felt the rage. It welled up, rising like the returning tide, pushing before it like the sands on a beach the nagging doubts he still possessed. This quest had been folly, a fool's errand, yet he had risen at Doomshaper's call and marched into the deepest heart of the Thornwood, and found only darkness there.
It lay dormant, waiting. From...
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Goarm felt the rage. It welled up, rising like the returning tide, pushing before it like the sands on a beach the nagging doubts he still possessed. This quest had been folly, a fool's errand, yet he had risen at Doomshaper's call and marched into the deepest heart of the Thornwood, and found only darkness there.
It lay dormant, waiting. From...
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