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member name: Andrew T.
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August 23, 2007 11:16 AM EDT --
THE HUMAN EGG
by Andrew T.
2221 June 30
The Doctor shook his head in exasperation. ”No, no. That’s not correct.” . . .
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August 24, 2007 02:03 PM EDT --
It is interesting that the brain, the seat of our mental prowess and the maker and expression of our very being, is totally useless without the rest of the body. Without our lungs to feed the brain oxygen, . . .
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August 23, 2007 02:45 AM EDT --
He entered the Void
by Andrew T.
"This is stupid," Derek yelled from across the driveway, "You want me to shoot you with this?" he raised and shook a composite bow.
Roger . . .
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September 10, 2007 11:53 PM EDT --
Absolute Uncertainty (chapter one)
<note: this began as a short story; friends have suggested I try and make into a novel>
Ronald was starving—wire wrapped in white . . .
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August 21, 2007 09:06 PM EDT --
Exanimus
by Andrew T.
Hell found me. Lewis King scrambled under the boarded windowsill. The scratching of fingernails against the plywood sent chills down his neck. Thirteen pairs of hands, . . .
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August 24, 2007 07:07 PM EDT --
CHAPTER ONE - The Door
A red sun cast shadows across sangrine asphalt, spreading the bad news to a silent urbania—night was coming. Though empty of people, the cars parked on the streets and . . .
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August 24, 2007 11:10 PM EDT --
CHAPTER TWO - THE WINDOW
He woke to the trickle of faded dreams and of rain pattering early in the dawn. The overhead lights had turned off automatically, set that way to save energy. . . .
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August 29, 2007 05:35 PM EDT --
“I need this downstairs, “ Dr. McCarty said. “Third floor right away.”
“Let me finish my lunch, ” Tracy said, and she took the package that he . . .
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August 31, 2007 01:30 PM EDT --
“I am only certain that people are too certain of themselves.”
“What?“
A red glow illuminated the room.
. . .
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September 11, 2007 08:58 PM EDT --
Chapter two
He stepped past the Guardians aware of the growing crowd of people behind him, noticing that none said a word and the silence worried him. It was the calm before . . .
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September 12, 2007 11:56 PM EDT --
Chapter five
“My real name is Nancy.”
A dinner table and two chairs materialized in the center of the room.
“Have a seat.”
They . . .
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September 14, 2007 04:34 PM EDT --
I thought this was great when I stumbled upon it.
It was wonderful to walk down the long flights of stairs knowing that I'd had good luck working. I always worked until I had something done . . .
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September 18, 2007 09:50 AM EDT --
Not being presumptous, but just a heads up for those curious...I'm still laying track for Chapter 7. I don't work from an outline so I've got two directions I'm experimenting with. . . .
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August 30, 2007 04:29 PM EDT --
CHAPTER THREE - The Sofa
Lightning flashed.
It was Rick’s understanding, and those of others—as gleaned from the media and internet when the servers were still online—that . . .
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September 01, 2007 12:17 AM EDT --
My light is my pen from which all words flow freely. Black ink appears as oil seeping upon the blank page. It forms serpentine figures; mysterious scribbles dance like shadows upon the sand. There . . .
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September 11, 2007 09:51 PM EDT --
Chapter three
He walked through shadow and dust. A breeze blew from behind. It carried the smell of the city. Rot and tears. Enveloped in darkness, he glanced over his shoulder. . . .
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September 12, 2007 12:19 AM EDT --
Chapter four (short scene change)
Ronald turned the corner.
He fell to his knees—forced there—blinking, frantic to keep from losing his sight altogether. . . .
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September 15, 2007 01:40 PM EDT --
As no one knows yet on gather.com, since I'm a new member, I have this keen interest in fountain pens. I carry one wherever I go...always in my pocket. It's not as though I think having . . .
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August 21, 2007 08:22 PM EDT --
In A Minute
By Andrew T.
In a single minute, the cars came and went. One by one, ants marching home. They carried kids in the back and business suits. Barking dogs. . . .
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