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Wandernell #9

This entry is part 9 of 9 in the series The Wandernell

Sorry for the long delay between installments. The next installment will probably be slow in coming, as well, because of events in real life, but I’ll do what I can. ~~~ It occurred to me that it was probably useless to expect real answers out of a madman, but I…

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Wandernell #8 – Conversation With a Madman

This entry is part 8 of 9 in the series The Wandernell

I took a sip of the tea to distract myself. I had never much cared for tea, and this didn’t change my opinion of the burnt water. I couldn’t ask Aura any of the questions I desperately wanted to without causing a scene, so I sat waiting for someone else…

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Wandernell #7 – Alone

This entry is part 7 of 9 in the series The Wandernell

I walked carefully, wanting to approach as quietly as possible. At the door I listened. I heard nothing. I felt Aura’s impatience–or imagined she must be impatient. I knocked. A cry answered, not a scream exactly, but a strangled sort of noise. I stepped back and waited, heart pounding. I…

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Wandernell #6 – What’s In a Name?

This entry is part 6 of 9 in the series The Wandernell

I thought I could sense the nameless girl in my head considering. I don’t know. It’s a big deal. “I could just call you Girl.” Really? How thoughtful. “I mean, if you didn’t want a real name yet.” She didn’t have to get mad at me. I was trying to help….

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Wandernell #5 – The Calm After

This entry is part 5 of 9 in the series The Wandernell

The girl stopped talking. Despite the crashing of clouds and the thunder of the ocean, her voice had been the most distracting and dissonant, like listening to a symphony on earbuds in the middle of Brazilians cheering for the winning goal. A certain peace fell upon me and I felt…

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Wandernell #4 – Rambling

This entry is part 4 of 9 in the series The Wandernell

Once, for reasons beyond my comprehension, I ran a half-marathon. That’s 13.1 miles of running. The .1 matters. I’d trained a little. I could do a 5K without dying. So, the first 3 miles weren’t bad. The second three were tolerable. And then I realized I wasn’t yet half done….

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Wandernell #3 – Madness

This entry is part 3 of 9 in the series The Wandernell

My hand and arm tingled for a moment, then the sensation was gone. I raised my arm and studied it as best I could in the dark. Lightning flashed non-stop behind me, and the boom and rumble of thunder joined with the rain and sea. In weird shadows I twisted…

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Wandernell #2 – A Dark and Stormy Night

This entry is part 2 of 9 in the series The Wandernell

Here it is, part 2, of the craziness that is/will be/should be The Wandernell! Enjoy! ~~~ I turned on the light. What was that beeping? It wasn’t the smoke detector. I didn’t have one of those fancy surge protectors with the battery back-up.  The computer was off. I didn’t own a…

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Wandernell #1 – Crazy Old Coot

This entry is part 1 of 9 in the series The Wandernell

Experiment time — I wrote this as a start to a off-the-cuff, keep-it-moving, stop-thinking-and-write sort of story. I’ve got a few more installments ready and am half-tempted to dedicate my lunch breaks to pumping out this light piece of stream-of-consciousness. Would you read more? If so, tell me! I’ll keep…

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The Boy Who Cried “Fred!”

This entry is part 29 of 31 in the series Trouble on the Horizon

If you’ve paid attention over the last five-plus years, you’ve probably heard me say something like this: “You know what, I’m really going to start working on Strin & Fred again. Like, really really.” I’ve said it on podcasts. I’ve said it on this blog. I’ve said it to various…

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Chapter 23 – Homecoming

This entry is part 28 of 31 in the series Trouble on the Horizon

On the Horizon, there is no sunrise. That sheet of blackness stretches to the furthest reaches of the sky, swallowing clouds and stars as it rises. It plunges deeper into the earth than golems have ever dug. It veils the unseen rising sun, and its blackness deepens as it struggles…

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Chapter 22 – Dreams and Whispers

This entry is part 27 of 31 in the series Trouble on the Horizon

In true Fred fashion, he was snoring in minutes, and the door between him and the main room did not muffle the sound. Strin sat on a plain, creaking chair at the table in the main room, eating his soup. Besides his chair, the room contained three others, a square…

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