Originally posted 2016-01-22 17:00:19. There was a time when we lived below. We guarded the core and kept the demons in chains. We never went to the Upside. The Elders told us it was a barren place and we believed them. So we stayed at the core, where the fire seared our skin and the…

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Originally posted 2016-01-22 12:00:17. Continued from Chapter 1: Underground, posted January 8, 2016 (Author’s note: Chapter 1, as published here, needs some work. It provides some background, but I don’t think it’s necessary to read the following story/chapter.)   Chapter 2: The New World The door of Amy’s shelter opened reluctantly. It was a heavy thing, made of…

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Originally posted 2016-01-22 08:00:24.        I crouched low in the snow, my back up against the brick wall behind me.  The long cloak was spread around my form, fallen snow already gathered on it, making me look like a snowdrift.  At least, I hoped it made me look that way.  My hood was…

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Originally posted 2016-01-15 17:00:36. Winter is insidious.  No matter what you do, it creeps in, past windows and doors, seemingly through walls and floors, and finds its way to you.  When the wind blows, and you hear it outside howling like a hungry beast, you understand the Algonquian stories of Wendigo. And a new chill…

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Originally posted 2016-01-15 12:00:38. She spun and danced the night away With laughter in her eyes Her pretty face hard and sharp Her smile frozen in lies   Her pointed shoes and pretty bows He dressed her daily with care Her bright skin glinted in the light When putting ribbons in her hair   The…

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Originally posted 2016-01-15 08:00:13. Sven unzipped his pack and started pulling out the days clothes. Thermal underware (the expensive kind, not the stuff from Wally World), wool socks, some sweat pants, and a long-sleeved shirt. As he began to get dressing, Erik stirred next to him. “Already?” Erik said exhaustively. “Have to get a good start…

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Originally posted 2016-01-08 18:00:25. Amy was counting her 74th day underground. On the 75th, she would go out, for whatever waited outside. She counted herself lucky. Amy knew that she was probably among the world’s 1% most-prepared private individuals to hold out in the event of a total world disaster. She also knew that the…

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Originally posted 2015-08-25 18:00:00. Hello! Lok’tar! WoWMeaghan here! I’m super excited to be able to write for Geeks and Geeklets.  I wanted to introduce myself a bit. I’m in love with my BM hunter in World of Warcraft, Cuddlerific aka Cuddles! I started playing World of Warcraft right after Cataclysm hit.  I still remember my…

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Oh the Nostalgia I’m still in France!! Whatever shall I write about reading now? Let’s see… how about a fun French book! Perhaps this time, I should choose Anias Nin, or Alexandar Dumas, or Victor Hugo.   Let me just bring you up to speed on how much I love these authors. Nin was one…

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Red White and Blue I know you’re all waiting to see Fourth of July goodies, but I’m in Paris for ten days (six more!) for the first time in my life, and I want to share with everyone the book that is helping me stay grounded and relaxed while I’m here! I will admit, I…

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So you want to write a novel, do you? How about in under a month? That’s right, 50,000 words, in 30 days or less. It can be done. I did it last year. Thousands did it in fact. Let’s look at some of the basics on this crazy buzz that’s picking up steam again (as…

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You make your entrance Without the flair You used to show When once you cared. Straight to the bar With money out, Eager beaver It’s your shout. You wish me well And hug me tight, A special birthday, My special night. I watch you down Another one, I hear you claim You’re having fun. I…

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The brothers were large, even for their breed: Titanoceratops. These brothers hatched as twins from the same egg, 66.3 million years ago. However, even though they were twins, they were no identical. This was the case for the first born males of all those born into the lineage of Empress Sumara Highshield. Of course the…

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Darkness fills the room. The rough scratching of a match on sandpaper fills the air. The shadows dance and run, being held back by the glow. The flame gently tickles the wick. The match extinguished, the shadow charge in close. As the new flame adjusts to its new host, an anticipation sets in while the…

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