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The Summoning and the Sacrifice
Mina Montgomery - 35 Chestnut St, The Eldervai Lab August 31, 1989Sam and Kate Montgomery51 Pine AvenueDoortree City, Wisconsin 54101Dearest Mom and Dad,I am well aware that your faith in my scientific endeavors has been dwindling. However, I am writing to inform you that after nearly a decade of intensive study and experiment, I have created something truly prodigious! I have created a creature that the whole world will one day marvel at, a creature so grand, so beautiful, so magnificently unexpected that you can only hope I forgive you for your doubts. I created a winged pig, a flying pig! ...
A Game of Chance
“I quit!” The door slammed shut behind those still seated at the table. Sharpeye made to follow but Quickdraw stopped her with a grunt. “Give it time.” Reluctantly, Sharpeye sat back down, was dealt a new hand. Snake did not even look up from dealing. The five of them did not discuss. They had served together for close to three years now. Hard habits had formed. A round of cards was a sacred thing, only to be interrupted for something serious. A new recruit threatening to quit meant nothing in the grand scheme. It was not the first time the reputation of the Shades had failed to live up to the...
Old Film - Chapter Four
Like bars of a prison cell, shadows from the trees fell across the ground. A man sitting alone in the park held his hand in a half fist, hovering in front of his face. His face grew closer by the second and then violins played from the speakers on either side of the theater. The scene faded to black, casting the room into darkness for two seconds, until words scrolled white across the screen. The smell of buttered popcorn drifted through the theater and the distinct crack of theater seats snapping back to their upright positions gave me permission to not whisper. “My grandfather loved these mo...
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Five Thousand feet, flying 290 Degrees Magnetic. Fuel low. I have that sick feeling in my belly that something's wrong, I'm sweawww.onedoor.ccting even though the cabin temperature reads 62 degrees Fahrenheit. Fifty minutes north of Sacramento and I should have seen Placerville by now: at 75 knots I should have been there 10 minutes ago. It’s only 45 miles from Sacramento! I figured 7 degrees left to offset the wind drift today; I can’t be to the west, can I? To my right, the majestic Sierra Nevada looms quietly watching my little drama - the Cambrian rocks stoic. I hardly notice them. Below, the enormous p...