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“When did it take place?” “I’m thinking between three or four hours ago.” “Mmmmm, any identification found on scene?” “According to her license, name is Megan Birchell, aged twenty-three, home of record out of Vermont. Probably a college student.” “Anything else besides her license?” “Couple credit cards, a library card, and some kind of fitn...
*Content Warning: Mild foul language, physical violence, mild sexual themes* Cody Cole scanned the horizon from atop the summit of boxes labeled “CDs”. No movement appeared through his scope. From his perch in the corner of the room, the entire expanse could be seen. Somewhere, amongst the various boxes of forgotten items, was his target. And he couldn't hide forever. The light woul...
(Content Warning: Mild foul language)“What the hell was that?!” The ship jolted and took a sharp dive to the right. Jeff Tatsuya jumped up to take manual control, spilling the bowl of noodles he was about to start eating. The control column pulled down hard as he attempted a course correction. No luck. She was going down.A green light flicked on. The screech of the com link coming to life followed. “Everything ok up there? That was quite the bump.” Jeff eyed his lunch spilled across the deck, “yeah, yea...
“It is with gratitude and respect that I submit my resignation from Xenocorp, effective immediately.” The blue send button sat motionless, daring me. It’s funny how certain seconds in your life carry so much weight. Life-altering moments that seem so trivial yet pass by in an instant. One click is all it took, and the life I knew before vanished and my life unplugged began. I had to get away. Be...
*Content Warning: Mild foul language* The Baltic States have always captivated me. Seemingly hidden from the rest of the world, not quite Russian, not quite European. A mix of both, yet each held its own unique identity. Decades could be spent exploring the mesmerizing arrays of old shops and eateries tucked away in tight cobblestone-laden alleys. All of them sure to hold brazen stories of resistance agai...
Orvar sat staring past his desk. Beyond the mountains of paperwork barricading his desk. His gaze fixated down the hall to the water cooler. The water cooler itself didn't draw his interest. The tall slender form located next to the water cooler was what Orvar found so distracting. Lilyana attracted the attention of every male elf in the office since she started three hundred years ago. She not once, in all those years, glimpsed Orvar's direction.Orvar's eyes remained locked on Lilyana.&nbsp...
Lost in the woods of Northern Michigan, attempting to read through three lifetimes worth of novels.
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