The problem, you see, is the endings
INT. DAY. TEMPLE OF THE MUSE A large, opulent, but dusty chamber. Vaguely classical. Tapestries hang and heavy persian rugs spread out. They are a little tatty. A woman reclines on a chaise-lounge....
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View ArticleConnected / Chapter 7: Disconnect
AUTHOR’S NOTE: The following is the final chapter of the flash serial, “Connected.” Search for the tag “Connected” to find other chapters. They find Morello surrounded by the bodies. “My son,” he says,...
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“What is God?” The old man bent his head. When he raised it, he looked rueful. “God, my dear,” he said, hesitantly. “God is love.” # Emeril stood upon the platform as it rose higher, her parents behind...
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“You’re paranoid,” said Yellow Fever, slamming the muggers head into the wall. Bone and brick caved. Centurion shrugged, shattered another man’s kneecaps. “The problem is endemic to the phenomenon,...
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