theWallflower
Joined December 2009 and calls AuthorQuest home.
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Stories
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Not a Couch
Couches talking, that wasn’t something I expected. At least without my glasses, I still had the power of the Squint. No matter how much my opthamalogist told me not to, it was the one way I could regain a semblance of normal sight. It didn’...
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Part 2
Captain Laura looked into the ocean waves for the source of the voice. One of the planks had an unusual blob on it. She raced into the bridge and pulled back the throttle before she collided with it. The ship slowed to a crawl, with the man drifting of...
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Captain Laura and Pirate Eric
Captain Laura looked up from her instruments and saw planks of wood bobbing in the waves. A shipwreck, she thought. There could be valuables or supplies around. As long as no one was the wiser, she could help herself to something to trade at next dock....
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Continuance
Here’s how it works. I get an order of some kind. Maybe I need to find someone who’s been making threats against the president. Maybe I snoop into a Grand Cayman account. Maybe the U.S. economy needs a boost. Or a shove. Each of the compute...
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Attack the Weak Point for Massive Damage
“Tally!” Zimmer’s voice reverberated against the concrete walls of the warehouse. “Corner, right now. And Colton, get off that mat and hit the bag. And use your fists instead of your jaw.” His words came out with a healthy...
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Z Company
I don’t much like working with the zombies. No matter how much Febreeze or deodorant they spray on them, they still smell like garbage. But in the army you don’t get much choice where you get assigned. They said I was getting promoted to Field Divi...
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The God Killer
They call me God-Killer. In the mountains of the pale sun, where the moons cleave the rocks in twain, flowing avalanche of shale and stone down into the fields, between the valleys of the purple sage, I rode there. Through the canal which dove through ...
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Life of Riley
Peter Copperfield threw open his door and bounded into his cottage. “Riley,” he said, “I need your help.” Riley stopped pumping his arm back and forth along the anvil. His arm seized, possibly ruining the cut of the new arming s...
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No Survivors: The Red Land
When she woke up, the world buzzed like a staticky TV. Organic objects were colored in black and white, fuzzed out, like the inside of a blanket. Everything else looked like a photo negative of its original color, but not directly opposite. The dirt on...
