Category: Stories
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Chapter 3: Transport
…Meanwhile, in Dimension 8109… “High of eighty-two and partially cloudy as we head into the weekend,” a meteorologist advised the television audience. “And that’s the seven-day forecast. Chelsea, back to you.” “Thanks, Jackson,” Chelsea McDermont replied. “In other news this morning, the Toronto Police Service is preparing to move former zoologist Dr. Zane Wilder…
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Chapter 2: Transplant
Author’s Note Hi Everybody! Here’s the second chapter of the three-part miniseries for Sprint and Blackthorn, Transplant! Expect the third chapter sometime tomorrow! Thanks for reading! -Tyler …Meanwhile, in Dimension 8109… Organ music blared as the warm sun shone cheerfully down on the church in spite of the doldrum frowns and sorrow from the congregation…
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Chapter 1: Sprint and Blackthorn
Author’s Note Hi Everybody! As some of you may know, I am releasing my first book soon! (Date still TBD) But Swallowing Sands, Han Vs. Carpentier, The Murmuring Shadows, and Autopsy are four recent stories I’ve published here on the blog, introducing and teasing the world and characters I have planned! However, while…
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Autopsy
There was a barely noticeable, but no less unnerving chill to the air, like a steely whisper in an empty house. Harsh canopy lighting, gleaming off the two metal tables positioned toward the center of the stoic and unrelenting room, mitigated the presence of shadows. Spotless white subway tile lined the walls, while the…
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The Murmuring Shadows
A crescent moon hovered over the drab, desolate street corner, peeking in and out of the clouds. Grime and soot coated the graffiti-laced brick and stone walls of the industrialized suburb as smokestacks billowed distantly into the night. Streetlamps pierced through the polluted air, illuminating the sullied sidewalk in a dull, hazy light. A weathered…
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Han Vs. Carpentier
“All rise,” the bailiff, Mark Delson, ordered. “For the honorable John McLarti.” The district judge walked swiftly from his chambers behind the burgundy door and climbed up to his commanding chair overlooking the steely, almost unwelcoming, courtroom. Behind the district judge, the seal of the United States was inscribed into the green marble wall while…
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Swallowing Sands
A brisk sea breeze off the ocean gusted gently over the barrier island. Sounds of ringing alarms blared as families competed against one another in rows of carnival games underneath a gallery of flashing lights and the odditorium. Arcades full of slot machines, skee ball alleys, and quarter-pushers sat next to rows of photo…
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The Ghost on the Pier
In the Port of Schiper, Across the bay of blue, Where the bell-tower strikes like a melodious piper, Amid the dense fog and the rain dew. Over by the abandoned wharf, Along the crooked, decrepit pier, Lies a myth that time helped morph. A manifest lost to the turbulent sea, where danger falls near, And…
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A Portrait of Consequence
On a dreary Tuesday, a portrait gallery in London was open to the public towards the later morning. The exhibit inside the gallery encompassed a great number of diverse subjects and topics of imagery. Portraits, painted by a variety of different artists, ranged from picturesque visuals of fields, trees, and the ocean to…
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What is Fiction Here is Real Elsewhere
A book store, in the East wing of the Plaza Garden Mall in Woodbridge, Virginia, housed a rather large fiction section. Eli Nelson, a student at Morrison University, was scouring the shelves looking for an interesting story for the basis of his upcoming school assignment. The book report was left open-ended by Nelson’s English teacher,…
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