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I had a great discussion earlier today with @anarcho-andrei and it got me thinking. Isn't this how people used to communicate? For those of you who don't know him, @anarcho-andrei is a Steemit witness

So, like where's the next chapter? Yeah, about that... So firstly, I'm writing it. I really am. The other thing is that life happened and got in the way. It's an excuse, but it's the truth. The other thing

The Rules Actually, screw the rules. It's day 47. I'm trapped behind this damn camera and I cannot stop taking B&W photos. I mean, seriously, somebody stop me. I jumped on this boat to get away from

The rules are as follows: 7 black & white images that represent an aspect of your life Present one image every day for seven days No people No explanation Nominate someone every day although anyone

The rules are as follows: 7 black & white images that represent an aspect of your life Present one image every day for seven days No people No explanation Nominate someone every day although anyone

The rules are as follows: 7 black & white images that represent an aspect of your life Present one image every day for seven days No people No explanation Nominate someone every day although anyone

The rules are as follows: 7 black & white images that represent an aspect of your life Present one image every day for seven days No people No explanation Nominate someone every day although anyone

Flight times blinked once in front of Miko’s eyes as the self-driving town car pulled into the airport drop-off area. Thirty minutes before her international flight. Plenty of time. She stepped out onto

There weren’t just two copies of Kerrie’s dress floating about town. They were everywhere. Some enterprising seamstress or tailor had even created variations of the design with slightly different cuts

I went to my son's soccer match today. The local club has decorated their toilets with a few notices I thought you might find as interesting as I did. Let's just say I was suitably amazed. 😲 My long-suffering

Over the next few weeks Ilsa found herself following roughly the same schedule. In the mornings she woke and completed the chores assigned her by Shona's maid, then raced over to the market as quickly

“I’ve never met a werewolf before.” Kira tilted her head, watching the boy. The sailors had him locked in the brig, thick wooden bars the only barrier between them. Outside, seagulls shrieked their displeasure

The denizens of the Eastwinds Cafe barely gave her a glance as she passed through the door. A set of dangling chimes tinkled merrily to announce her entrance. Ilsa, on the other hand, could not take her

Raised voices echoed down the corridor, hollow and ominous. They seemed to be drawing nearer, the echoes less prominent. Ilsa glanced at her father, but his expression hadn't changed. Was he hearing the

The tiny roll of paper weighed nearly nothing at all, but Ilsa could feel the pressure of its presence in her pocket. She kept one hand hovering near it, occasionally giving the pocket a pat to ensure

The last time I won a fiction contest (thanks @gmuxx!) I failed to write a post and was thoroughly whipped because of it. So this is a very short post to let folks know that my story Quick Silver just

Silver Good-Fisher shot across the tops of the waves. Land was close and she was fast approaching the place where the breakers pounded themselves into spray and foam. Here at the surface where the Great

I posted the other day about exploring Shiki no Mori, an enormous park in the middle of Yokohama. Right in the middle of that park is a series of rice fields. In the foreground of the picture below you