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Tag Archives: Iron
Archaic C55
Chapter 55 Chango Taureau was elated. Posthuman Morrison Computer Cores; benevolent hybrid mutations of life and un-life, ran transparently cloud compatible on the WWW, undetected by TOP500.Com bench testers, with supernatural speed and power. He must find this Morrison priest! Seven syncretic … Continue reading
Archaic C54
Chapter 54 “Kathleen.” Randall’s voice? Diaphanous vision. She could hardly keep her eyes open. “Kathleen. Give me the coins.” Tidal blue water cold splashed on her hands. It felt good. Other hands long slender, nails pearlescent touched her. Walnut leathered flesh. Corded tendons, pliant fingers thinly webbed, hypertrophic musculature. Hands … Continue reading
Archaic Minus Three
Chapter 47 Julian Baines stood up spryly. Stop spin world. His rheumatism had departed? Emily!Gone. Three years… And… the drowned boy golden hair perfect pearl teeth… River took ‘im back! Baines’s head rang. Not a drinkin’ hurt. A fall-down drinkin’ hurt. Baines touched his own teeth … Continue reading
JPRM – R.19
“Sometimes, you have to step outside of the person you’ve been and remember the person you were meant to be. The person you want to be. The person you are.” Herbert George Wells, Author, 1866 — 1946 Parsons noticed a … Continue reading