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Mapping the atlas | Imaginary Atlas: Part 7

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So, what’s the point of an atlas — imaginary or otherwise — without maps? I’ve enjoyed making fantasy maps for a long time, and I’ve done a lot of them. However, it has been quite a while since I’ve made one, and I’ve been fiddling around with Imaginary Atlas for years trying to come up with something. I finally decided …

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Songs

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So, I’ve been told I have to get serious about editing down Reason to Be until it’s at least under 100,000 words. Sadly, that means that the entire Maggie subplot is going to have to go (which causes its own problems, of course). The bulk of what used to be chapter 7 will now no longer be in the book. …

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Cold Reading

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“I know you all came here tonight because you heard I was a holy man. That I was a man of Gaw-ud. That I would reveal miracles and wonder.” When the speaker at the front of the tent paused to sip from his McDonald’s coffee cup, Thomas glared at Henry. He hadn’t wanted to come out tonight, certainly not here. …

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Our Beloved Home | Incandescent: Chapter 2

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The world turned white around me. “Inspector!” The uni pressed down on my chest with both hands. “Hold on, Talys. The wagon’s on its way. Stay with me, man.” The white flash faded, and it was dark again. What’s all this crap I’m lying on? It looks like an attic. It looks like Aunt Minnie’s attic in San Sebastian. Oh, …

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The Meandering Dead

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When the zombie apocalypse came, it really wasn’t all that bad. It started small enough. A new strain of flu was making the rounds that fall — not a bad strain, nothing to panic over, just new. A couple days of sniffles and coughs and body aches and then back to the grind. Except it wasn’t just a couple days …

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The Gates will be Closing Soon

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“It’s late. The gates will be closing soon.” “Why? Do you have somewhere to be outside?” “No. It’s just an observation.” “Come back to bed. You’ve observed enough for now.” “Move over. You’re taking up all the space.” “It’s not my fault you have such a little bed. You should come to my place. My bed is huge.” “Well, that …

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The Cabin by the Lake

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I’m not participating in National Novel Writing Month, but I have decided to try to write 2,000 words of original fiction every day this month, just because. Bits and pieces, fragments, whatever. Surprising no one more than myself, here’s my first installment. ***** The cabin. Kaylee hated the cabin. The cabin was on the western shore of the lake, halfway …

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The Tomb in the Hills of the Ancients

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On his website Terrible Minds, Chuck Wendig has issued a flash fiction challenge — over the top pulp insanity. Here’s my entry. With an echoing boom, the tomb shook. Debris rained down on Ezekiel’s gear. Once the accumulation of dust, insect carcasses and bat guano stopped, he brushed off the sensor and moved to place it. “Yesu Kristos! Will you …

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Reason to Be | The first 500 words

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Here are the first 500 words of my novel Reason to Be, now in draft 3 (officially).   I remember the first time I saw Diana. I still see her, even now, when I close my eyes, the afterimage of a dream. I remember the way her long, dark hair flowed around her face when she threw her arms around …