DD 91

Great description from Jess Walter in OVER TUMBLED GRAVES:  “She looked up at Blanton and Mcdaniel, physical opposites angled across from each other at the big conference table:  McDaniel tall, tanned, and buff; Blanton short, squat, and pale, like he’d come out of a can.”   Walter gets so much done with that sentence, setting …

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DD 89

I once saw a circus lion-tamer keep five lions at bay with a whip and a chair.  His choreographed movements--his pivots, gestures, and spins--were ballet-like.  The lions, on the other hand, showed no practiced grace; instead, they looked like what they were--ferocious creatures coerced into sitting on chairs and jumping through hoops.  I was reminded of …

Day 87

Sunday, I ran an introductory campaign for a new D&D group, so for my Sunday writing, I'm posting the character backstories for the sample characters I created. I'm almost caught up! Sorry about all the delays!   Frankie Lewack - Male Forest Gnome Wizard I was accepted into the local wizard guild at the age …

Day 85/86

D&D campaign update time! Last session. From our 4/20/2017 session...   Alyn stands, stretching and testing his newly-formed scars. “I’ll tell you what I know as we walk,” he tells our adventurers, moving back toward the road.  "Azaeryth is the name of the succubus that killed me. I found her name during my time in …

Day 84

This is a continuation of Day 83. Prompt: Nothing changes or nothing had changed (open ended).   We lapse into silence, each working on homework, Alex playing background music from his laptop. It's a comfortable silence between us after the last year as coworkers, broken only when the accelerator readout indicates samples are ready to be …

Day 83

Prompt: Nothing changes or nothing had changed (open-ended).   The air is cold as I step out of my car, the chill of winter finding all the holes in my attire. I pull my coat tighter, shouldering my bag and jogging to the stairwell. The elevator moseys its way to the top of the parking …

DD 88

The trouble with travelling is that you have to go somewhere to do it.  That would not be a problem if we were naturally nomadic, but we’re not--we are more gatherers than hunters, and we instinctively seek to create micro solar-like systems around ourselves. In our homes we have areas in which we eat, sleep, cleanse, …