Denubis' published ficlets
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City on fire

The sun set hours ago, but it was still light. The clouds were low and full over the city and reflected the numerous city lig…
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"So We're *Not* Being Hired by Some Débutante, Right?"

A shock, perhaps aftershock, of barely processed ethanol and acid jumped from Gregor’s stomach into the delicate tissues of h…
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A Rant Sans Audience

“Turning and turning in a widening gyre / The falcon cannot hear the falconer; / Things fall apart; the center cannot hold; /...
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Spinning Despair

The “Bar” shifted under Gregor’s feet. The plastic bulbs on the walls looked like nothing Gregor would serve, but he did admi…
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The Stamp of Doom

Bellow, as Howard thought of himself, swung the precious copy of Joyce’s Ulysses through the air at the troubled teen, more…
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Beware Asteroid Miners Bearing Gifts!

It all started upside down: topsy-turvy like. Tracy opened her eyes to find the landscape skewed around her. Strange lines an…
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At the Station

As the world below them rotated, the ship’s engines kicked a few times. Echoes of God’s terrible roar rippled through the roo…
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Paradise Mall

“Why Paradise?” Asked the young CNN reporter.
“Why not?” Responded the developer, suave in suit and tie, “It was for sale, c… -
Rendezvous, A Book Found

He pinched his arm. It hurt. He was here, but he was also on the ground. All he knew was that the figure on the ground had be…
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Permission Denied (Tellman Tales)

Permission Denied blazed the red letters on his screen. Gary nodded, not unsurprised. But not for nothing was he a member o…
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The Wrath of an Old Man (Challenge: A Picture is Worth A Thousand Characters)

The elderly man wiped away tears as the music box in his late daughter’s room ran down. He stared at the shelf of her toys. S…
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The Cats Strike Back.

As the group hurried out, a despairing scream echoed from the front desk. Howard was the first to turn. A young teen, no olde…
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Special Book Services

A young lady, probably in her mid-twenties approached the group. She already had the practiced sour-faced expression of veter…
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Revenge of the Librarians.

The librarian looked up from the video monitor embedded in the decrepit book. The cloth bound, metal covers offered decent so…
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Launch Warning

The voice continued. “Yea, the signs tell us that we shouldn’t eat for twenty four hours, but I reckon no-one here would have…
