Matt Brubeck's Favorites
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Brass, Ivory and Springs
by Cobweb about 1 year ago
Anso hunched over the machina, furiously trying to finish the assignment given him by the Abbot. The sound of the keys cla…
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Holo Kitty
by Robotech_Master about 1 year ago
Are you feeling bored and listless? Does your old catnip mousie just not do it for you anymore? Is your pet human threatening…
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How to Buy a Time Machine
by StrugglingWriter about 1 year ago
Sam was having a crummy day, a lackluster week, and a downright disappointing life. His girlfriend broke up with him, his car…
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Never believe the stories
by kwatz about 1 year ago
Pulsating cracks of light were appearing in the barrier erected in desperation around M. Lis and M. Pearl. M. Lis is on the v…
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Heresy
by Cobweb about 1 year ago
The Abbot was a wizened, prune of a man. He hunched over a simple cane, carved from the trunk of an Ash tree, and gestured fo…
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Murder Most Foul
by Cobweb about 1 year ago
“And where is Anso now?”
I paced the busy scriptorium while questioning the Abbots immediate subordinate, Prior Sandro. Monk…
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Time's Ripple Mars Skepticism
by Pockets about 1 year ago
The link loaded into a rather stereotypical Ebay page. Sam winced at the overdone flashing banner ad, and quickly scrolled do…
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How to Shatter Skepticism
by Ethyachk about 1 year ago
Sam stared at his handwriting in disbelief. There was no question whose hand wrote those words; no one but Sam was capable of…
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. . but I'd still wear sunglasses
by Algai 'd' Aman about 1 year ago
They tell you not to stare into the sun, something about corneal sunburn. Well I’m here to tell you that thats bogus. They ar…
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Tap-Tap. Tap.
by Ironside about 1 year ago
There was a hesitant knock on the metal border of the cube’s entrance. Not a moment too soon, he thought. The drone of the wh…
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bang
by Ironside about 1 year ago
World to his back and sky to his front, he lays in a field. Pistol aimed to the clouds.
Each shot feels as if it takes part…
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Tap-tap two
by WordsLikeWater about 1 year ago
She walked up to the cube, a slight feeling of dread tingled in her spine. He was sitting there, hunched over his keyboard. H…
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How Not To Be A Footnote
by Phil about 1 year ago
