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I've been mostly away for the long weekend (so I owe a bunch of comments and email and general communication) but in the meantime I've managed to write something for the first time since, like, this *year*.
It's another batch of those one-sentence stories that almost certainly count as fanfic. Just one more (ten) to go!
Ten.
Twenty.
Thirty.
Lost
In a universe that presses hard against the whole of possibility, on an off-center strand of a greater filament, at the second focus of a minor binary cluster, on a branch of an arm of a barred spiral galaxy, in the inner system of a bright dwarf star, within the atmosphere of an off-kilter planet ringed by artificial satellites, on the central plains of its third largest landmass, in a low density agriculture-based population center, on a ribbon of land tilled with sweat and with care, in a house scarred by childhood clumsiness, on a chair at a kitchen table four thousand miles above the heartbeat of the world, he has never needed to know where he is.
Drink
He stretches out on a bright afternoon, sated and sleepy; beside him a flower opens in cheerful yellow like an echo of the sun.
Door
The man on the inside of the prison promises to tell him secrets in exchange for freedom, to tell him forgotten science and long dead gossip, to tell him creation myths and horror stories and lullibies, to tell him anything he wants to hear if he doesn't mind the lies.
Vanish
He sketches embryonic constellations in the empty places of the night sky, imagining patterns in the light of stars that just hasn't arrived yet.
Sky
Life in three dimensions of freedom is a careful balance, keeping step with a people that has never known more than two; he moves too far away and leaves entirely the plane of their existence, holding conversations only with scuba divers and birds.
Soon
The thieves laugh loudly about their plans, step through open day to collect weapons and alibis, burn tires driving to the heist with a maximum of spectacle, scream to the bank's employees when they step through the door... he stops them before they finish pulling out their guns, and even they don't look surprised.
Dread
Bullets have not touched him, and cancer has no claim on him, and his hair has yet to turn white - in his nightmares death comes cold and lonely, the universe around him collapsing into a grave.
Ocean
The message crashes against the shores of the world, time-faded words drifting on electromagnetic tides: "You were not always alone."
Knot
He loves her and she loves him and she can't love him when she doesn't know him and he can't love her when she doesn't trust him and she can't trust him when he tells her nothing but lies and even Alexander held no sword sharp enough to let them free.
Villain
There is an encrypted file on an isolated computer in a hidden, lead-protected room that lists exactly how much destructive force is in his control and exactly what to do if he ever uses it against them; the real plan is not written anywhere.
It's another batch of those one-sentence stories that almost certainly count as fanfic. Just one more (ten) to go!
Ten.
Twenty.
Thirty.
Lost
In a universe that presses hard against the whole of possibility, on an off-center strand of a greater filament, at the second focus of a minor binary cluster, on a branch of an arm of a barred spiral galaxy, in the inner system of a bright dwarf star, within the atmosphere of an off-kilter planet ringed by artificial satellites, on the central plains of its third largest landmass, in a low density agriculture-based population center, on a ribbon of land tilled with sweat and with care, in a house scarred by childhood clumsiness, on a chair at a kitchen table four thousand miles above the heartbeat of the world, he has never needed to know where he is.
Drink
He stretches out on a bright afternoon, sated and sleepy; beside him a flower opens in cheerful yellow like an echo of the sun.
Door
The man on the inside of the prison promises to tell him secrets in exchange for freedom, to tell him forgotten science and long dead gossip, to tell him creation myths and horror stories and lullibies, to tell him anything he wants to hear if he doesn't mind the lies.
Vanish
He sketches embryonic constellations in the empty places of the night sky, imagining patterns in the light of stars that just hasn't arrived yet.
Sky
Life in three dimensions of freedom is a careful balance, keeping step with a people that has never known more than two; he moves too far away and leaves entirely the plane of their existence, holding conversations only with scuba divers and birds.
Soon
The thieves laugh loudly about their plans, step through open day to collect weapons and alibis, burn tires driving to the heist with a maximum of spectacle, scream to the bank's employees when they step through the door... he stops them before they finish pulling out their guns, and even they don't look surprised.
Dread
Bullets have not touched him, and cancer has no claim on him, and his hair has yet to turn white - in his nightmares death comes cold and lonely, the universe around him collapsing into a grave.
Ocean
The message crashes against the shores of the world, time-faded words drifting on electromagnetic tides: "You were not always alone."
Knot
He loves her and she loves him and she can't love him when she doesn't know him and he can't love her when she doesn't trust him and she can't trust him when he tells her nothing but lies and even Alexander held no sword sharp enough to let them free.
Villain
There is an encrypted file on an isolated computer in a hidden, lead-protected room that lists exactly how much destructive force is in his control and exactly what to do if he ever uses it against them; the real plan is not written anywhere.
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