Murder

Wayne Crowley 01 Jul, 2020

I have a chapter that I would like to share that is based on the theme. It came to my mind one day while welding some metal and I could not get rid of it until I wrote it. It was fun to write and I hope it will be fun to read. A little warning, it is a bit long so you might need to set aside some time to read it.

Since this is a chapter from a larger story, I'll clarify some characters so that there is reference point and their significance can be understood.

Commander Lint: The person in charge of Asgard and third most powerful man in the Federation
Asgard: Military branch tasked with research and development of advanced technology
Federation: intergalactic empire comprised of 173 planets and systems
Captain Kiro: subordinate to Lint and in charge of personnel at Asgard
Loci: the main protagonist of this chapter. He got caught doing something illegal and to keep him out of jail, Kiro recruited him for Asgard. Also known as Loki to Earthlings
Vedran, Flisten:planets of Federation
Mary: High class escort girl

That should be enough to get the story fully.

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An Impractical Joke

Sir Inkswitch Blackwell 30 Jun, 2020

Buxby was sick to his stomach after another days work. It didn't show on his pale grey face. He wiped it hard with his hand, removing the makeup. He felt his muscles sag under the depression. He had turned away when the director yelled it- 'arrright guys and gals, that's a rap up for the shot! That's all folks!' His mouth was too dry. Too many lines. Too much sarcasm in Tinseltown. He got himself extricated from the underlings combing about, with their clipboards and earphones. He had heard the director the first time he announced the schedule. The night was his- if he wanted it. He could have his chauffer drop him at the Playboy mansion, give the bunnies a show. One long night of debauchery.

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Dragon's Hammer

Antares W. Smith 29 Jun, 2020

The air was brisk as the sun crested the horizon. The stars had fled with the coming of dawn. Auron moved along the road at a slow pace. His old town was deserted. As he expected. But as he began to see things familiar to him he was gripped by emotion. His transformation did not remove his memories. It nor did it stem the flow of grief or fury.

He stopped in front of the burned remains of a foundation. There had been so many good people here. The town was successful and flourishing. A center of trade in the North. Fur trappers, carpenters, masons, shipwrights, stables, farms, brewers, silversmiths. There was so much potential for more. Greg had started a school. Greg was slain on a horseman’s lance.

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