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Free writing 47: The Kings of Precious Stone

1 day 9 hours ago
demihumanchronicles
These were old, very old.  They sparkled in my hand when I held them to the light.  Green and bluish, amber with deep brown veins.  Undoubtedly made of stone but also undoubtedly alive.  Embryos, frozen in some kind of stasis, but with an indescribable sense to them that, given the right circumstances, they would resume…

Free writing 46: Greg who didn’t feel part of anything

3 days 14 hours ago
demihumanchronicles
(content warning: violence, but it isn’t described) The need hit Greg suddenly.  At first he didn’t know what it was, if he was yearning for some unknown sensation or if he was just tired.  Weary.  He knew he was that.  He moped and he dwelled on it – as anyone looking on would say.  He…

Free writing 45: Board game night in n-space

6 days 8 hours ago
demihumanchronicles
“That’s not how you do it,” Timothy laughed, and took the device away from Martha. He punched a code into it, and slowly withdrew his hands so that it hung stationary in the air.  The others looked on with vague anticipation.  Except for Martha, who scowled and rubbed the burn spot on her hand. “Go,”…

Free writing 44: Aggar, Rifus, Brile, and Brither

1 week ago
demihumanchronicles
(Content warning: blood) The magistrate deliberated with his counsel for a few minutes, before returning to the court to declare that there would be a duel.  The onlookers seated around him were uproariously excited: executions were good, quick fun, but a duel could be an afternoon’s entertainment.  Plaintiff and defendant both grimaced and sank at…

Free writing 43: Chase

1 week 1 day ago
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  Mathis turned his vehicle around with a screech.  His pursuer couldn’t stop in time to avoid skidding past him then, in the middle of the street, and Mathis got a quick but good look inside their cockpit.  He didn’t recognize the hard-faced woman who spared a quick glance across at him as she worked…

Free writing 42: Red Kid

1 week 6 days ago
demihumanchronicles
News that somebody was trying to get into the vault again spread seemingly instantaneously, like many-branched lightning, and people gathered to see.  Some of them, certainly, in the hopes of seeing the impossible feat accomplished, see what was discovered inside before it was inevitably raided and emptied within minutes.  Others definitely just wanted to see…

Free writing 41: 1Batt brings flowers

2 weeks ago
demihumanchronicles
1Batt hated going downtown, because it meant taking a pillar.  Otherwise it would be a long, treacherous walk that more often than not would involve taking shelter in some run-down old building or other while a storm or a mob rolled through.  Which wasn’t so bad – they liked the solitude – but it usually…

Free writing 40: The hole in Geoffrey’s yard

2 weeks 1 day ago
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Over the course of the summer, Geoffrey had any number of plumbers, inspectors, even city officials come to examine the hole in his back yard, and none of them had any answers for him.  It wasn’t a sinkhole, or a natural gas pocket, or some old vent from the water main.  There were no chemical…

Free writing 39: Bounty

2 weeks 6 days ago
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Tasha Farmer swooped her view in to where her quarry mingled deep in a crowd.  She had found him on the seventeenth floor of Bauerdel Building A, a mecca for destination shoppers.  He didn’t seem to be shopping himself, just mingling, enjoying the crowd looking through AR models of fancy suits and dresses and listening…

Free writing 38: Mummies

3 weeks ago
demihumanchronicles
Dawes. He heard his name spoken in whispers.  His family name, the one he did not like to be called.  Did not like to be reminded of.  It was spoken in a thin, curling strand that swirled through his thoughts, from one end of his mind to the other, picking up and sifting between memories,…

Free writing 37: Snail thing

3 weeks 1 day ago
demihumanchronicles
On another day, he would have welcomed a storm like this one.  He enjoyed when the sky darkened and the air cooled, when the view from his window was broken up by the silvery droplets and he had something other to look out at than the dust and the distance and the spiny silhouette of…

Free writing 36: Pylons

3 weeks 4 days ago
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Sar scrambled around the corner and ran for the pylons that marked the temple’s inner sanctum, but he was too late, because Dor was there.  The enormous man stood at the threshold looking in, broad back like a sheer wooden barrier between Sar and the chambers of the clerical council.  The smaller man made a…

Free writing 35

3 weeks 5 days ago
demihumanchronicles
Dandec stepped lightly once he was among the trees.  Really among them.  The giants, the deciduous monsters that could be seen peering over the horizon like mountaintops from many miles away.  For all his knowledge, it was a challenge for the arboreal philosopher to resist the sense that the house-wide trunks would lurch from their…

Free writing 34

3 weeks 6 days ago
demihumanchronicles
The room was hot.  A thin, dry heat that felt like some impossibly still version of desert air.  The musty smell from the vents seemed like just an extension of the heat, like pockets of heat that condensed into dusty matter that gathered on Donsada’s skin, in his clothes, inside his nose and ears and…

Free writing 33

4 weeks ago
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“Never do that,” the mother scolded her child.  “Don’t ever, ever do that again!” She held the young boy by one arm and pointed a gloved finger in his face.  He had struggled but now he had given up.  Maybe not learned his lesson, but given up resisting his mother’s admonishing grip. Self-conscious about onlookers,…

Free writing 32

4 weeks 1 day ago
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Everyone took the box and, without looking, opened its lid just wide enough to deposit the object they had brought, before closing it and passing it along.  It made a full circle, passed between sixteen pairs of hands, silently opened and then closed sixteen times with a soft chock, before it came back around to…

Free writing 31

1 month 1 week ago
demihumanchronicles
The priest from the mountains said: “Gods are born as mortals are born.  They spring from one another following a glorious union.  They are then a child, and then an adult.  Eons pass for them as to hours for mortals, and they perceive every moment.  They war and die and are not reborn.” The oracle…

Free writing 30

1 month 1 week ago
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“Sex appeal,” Linda said with a scowl.  “That’s what you think it needs.” J. Greggory, who said that about everything, shrugged: What can I say? Linda turned screen mirroring off and looked back over her designs.  She’d prepared twenty tight drawings based on hundreds of sketches, which had been the result of months of close…

Free writing 29

1 month 1 week ago
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Pushing and shoving through the halls, Asterisk very slowly made it from the entrance to room 114.  The crowd was tight around that door, children and teenagers and teachers huddled up to it to try and see inside.  No one made a move to get out of the agent’s way, or even paid any attention…

Free writing 28

1 month 1 week ago
demihumanchronicles
The three almost-free-standing mountains that overlooked and shaped the north side of the valley cast dark, greenish shadows over a battle spreading from the northern pass to the northeastern.  By midday it had seemed it would be only a skirmish, that both sides were almost spent and neither would have the remaining strength to claim…