alcar's published ficlets
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Hatred
I hate them. You have to understand this, to understand me. It’s not what I wanted to do with my life, never what I planned. ...
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Voices.
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The trains come closer every night
Every night I hear the trains going by. They used to be a mile away when I was younger, give or take a block: it depends how …
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Track Two
Across the quad he watched from shadows, hearing no enchantment in wind, catching fragments of song like static from a TV set…
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Selling Souls
At least selling your soul to the Devil is pretty cut and dried. You were given a piece of paper, and then you signed it, oft…
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Looking For Sex In All The Wrong Places ...
The Warrior About Whom There Was No Prophecy strode into the city, seeking the Villain Who Must Be Named (because, otherwise,...
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Googling yourself
Gaining intelligence and access to the internet was easier for the tree than those who lived in it. Trees bend before they br…
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Fake Fake Intelligence
But that was not the end, because nothing truly ends and nothing truly begins. Indeed, even nothing does not last forever, an…
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I grow old
I grew tall, like my father, on hate and wind and rain. Never tears, because we do not have gods and our roots do not reach d…
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The Tale of the Woodcutter's Wife
Years after the once upon a time, the woodcutter’s wife drove home at night through the rain and swerved to miss a squirrel t…
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