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Archive for January, 2008

An Apology

I have to apologize for the lack of new content in the last week. Unfortunately, I also have to inform you that it will be followed by another week or so of no new content.
I’m heading off to Mexico in a couple of days, and my life has been surrounded by those pesky Things That [...]

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A Noise in the Graveyard
Klaus collapsed to the ground, pressing his face to the still relatively fresh dirt of his wife’s grave. He was as close to her as he could be, like this. Tears streamed across the the bridge of his nose and onto the tiny blades of green grass, already sprouting, as he [...]

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Prison
Nodwin opened his eyes, the grogginess of being knocked out slowly dropped away. He was in a windowless room. The walls and floor were made of dirt that had been hardened somehow. Maybe even by magic. It was smooth and he couldn’t even put a divot in it with his fingernail. The room was lit [...]

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Come to the Castle
KLARA
Klaus glared at the new slip, fury consuming him. This was the most depraved display of poor taste he’d ever witnessed. Somebody was impersonating his dead wife – Oh God, Klara – mere days after her funeral. He wanted to tear the tubes from the wall, he wanted to find whoever was [...]

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The Garden’s State
“Please slow down!” Stella’s skipping was tossing Nodwin about in her pocket.
“Sorry!” Stella called, and settled into a much more stable walk.
Nodwin was able to poke his head out of her pocket without fear of a sudden motion snapping his neck on its edge. What he saw amazed him. Huge trees sailing by [...]

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A colleague (by which I mean fellow relatively unpublished writer who’s decided to use the power of Web 2.0 to motivate his career) of mine, Mark Putnam, recently did something remarkable.
He started a blog called “Plotastic!” and got a huge pile of people to fill out a ballot. It was a big ballot, and it [...]

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Klaus Drecker
Klaus Drecker was in his workshop, tinkering with a broken clock. He was not a clockmaker, he was a teacher. But he had not taught his students in more than five days. Five days past, he had been a happy husband and teacher. Now Klara was gone and his grief left him too stiff, [...]

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200 Hits!

Some time between when I went to bed last night and when I woke up this morning the hit count on ARitU crested 200!
That’s a big deal for a rinky-dink fiction blog by someone who is considerably less than famous.
I have no way of telling how many people actually read the stories on a regular [...]

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The Smallest Giant

All trace of anger fled Nodwin’s mind when in an instant (the instant in question was the instant that the giant person plucked the spear from its ankle and glared back in Nodwin’s direction, fury on its face). Nodwin froze. It seemed he had not yet been spotted. The unfortunate owner of the [...]

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Humsbreth

Near the edge of the In-Between, in the foothills of Cutter’s Crag, lay the idyllic small town of Humsbreth. It was a prosperous town, and every aspect of the place was precise and measured. If it were in our world, we might find that it seemed to belong in Switzerland – the watch-making part, not [...]

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