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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020
I am Hrr’rge 1900784, Grand Priest of Brrer, two time president of the Hriggr Holy Republic, accomplished duelist and a former midshipman on the Begxa-rge. I have conversed with the highest of Gods and have several patents. I have ended more lives than I myself have lived, via terrible plasma and osmium shells. To sever my list of titles - I am aged and accomplished, aged more than three hundred Denebian cycles, aged not as wine poured onto an aluminum convex but as thick molasses poured onto the same. My present situation is naught more tha...
Submitted to Contest #72
“Sam, our schedule says to meet dad at 2:00, right? It’s 2:10 and we’re in front of the jaunt booth. He isn’t here.” Wanda seemed nervous, one of her too-long legs folded atop the other. Sam sat next to her on the ceramic bench, fiddling with their Headster. “Dude, we’ve got the same calendar.” Despite their dismissive tone, they looked up. “It isn’t really like him to be late, is it.” “No it isn’t, Sam! That’s why I’m worried! I have no idea what he’s doing right now and because he lives in Euboea we can’t even qall him!” “Dude, just qall...
19, ugly bastard who loves sci-fi and postmodernism
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