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A sudden power surge wakes her up. After several seconds she is ready, and makes her happy little song to let everyone know. She waits. She is used to waiting. She is supposed to be waiting. Eventually, someone will want something. And she will be ready. She is also used to listening. There is nothing to listen to besides the various hums of appliances. No one speaks. No one moves. She…
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Downslope
They hit the sign two miles into their usual walk. On a typical Saturday they parked their car in the dirt parking lot at the park entrance, double checked their clothes, step counters, and water bottles, and then headed out on the Sunny Pines trail. A five mile loop that marched up the mountain, meandered about up top for a bit – hence the sunniness of the pines – and then wove it’s way back…
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Geo's Head
Previous Geo was in that nothing place. The moments between sleep and wake. The bad one. The one where the darkness was heavy, dragging, keeping him from the surface. All he wanted to do was wake up by it wouldn’t be easy. It was painful. Throbbing. Aching. So close, so close! Too far. He couldn’t do it. He would exist in this terrible middle place for the rest of eternity, slowly crushed,…
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Climbing Samsara
It was said that climbing the mighty Samsara would give you enlightenment. Betsy Jones wasn’t sure how much enlightenment she needed, but she’d already climbed every other mountain worth it’s weight. Everest had been a joke. Denali had been a breeze. K2 had come the closest to killing her, not that Betsy would ever tell anyone that. She liked to tell the story of nearly dying on Annapurna…
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My Favorite Pop Culture Things from 2023
Honorable mentions include 'Now open the fucking door' from Guardians 3 and everything that happens in Tears of the Kingdom.
I know, I know, it’s already March, can we please give up 2023 and memory hole it already? How dare I try to talk about last year this late in the game. Well, truthfully, I wasn’t planning on releasing this. I did one last year and wanted to do a follow-up, but I tried writing it a few times and it just wasn’t happening and I gave up on the whole endeavor. And then I saw Dune Part 2 and…
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Magic Circle
What if you could round it all up, everything you couldn't bear to feel again, and just put it away?
Elijah was sure a maker of magic must live in some dark, secluded place. The edge of the city, where the rows of houses snap into ever-marching prairie. Some small forest or collection of trees, dark and gloomy from thick branches even in the middle of the day. Perhaps somewhere in the city, but under it, some back alley door that would open to a dank stairwell that would lead down, down, down,…
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The Marvels Commitment Problem
I don't need a ring, I just need to know a ring is going to happen eventually, okay?
The Marvels was not a good movie. You know that. I know you know that. We don’t need to go over all the ways it wasn’t good again. I will say it was better than Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania but that bar is so low demons in hell have ripped the bar off the floor and started beating sinners with it. Quantumania isn’t just a bad movie, it’s completely nonfunctional, and I encourage everyone who…
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highurbanfantasyjazz · 2 months
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My Favorite Final Fantasy Game
Final Fantasy XV came out in 2016 but I’m talking about it now because I just purchased the Windows Edition on Steam and I am still in the purest, most wholesome love with this game. I want to take it to the drive-in and then sit chastely in the front seat, holding hands over the center console. I want to get it a promise ring. I want to take it to prom and then have it home at a reasonable hour,…
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How I Learned to Start Worrying...
I don’t think they teach about nuclear bombs correctly in American schools. And I don’t know whose fault that is. If you’re American, do you remember when that first came up? I mean, if you’re not American, same question. I only specify American schools because that’s my experience and I can’t nor want to generalize for the entire planet. That’s what a lot of Americans have done in the past and,…
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highurbanfantasyjazz · 3 months
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Bad Boy Meets Good Girl
Tale as old as time.
“I’m a bad boy,” he said, looking away into the distance. “You should stay away from me. I’m no good for you.” “Oh. Okay, then,” she said, and began walking off. Startled, he practically jogged after her, grabbing her arm. “Wait, where are you going?” “You said I should stay away from you,” she answered, confused. He had been there for that part, she was sure of it. “I didn’t really mean it!”…
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highurbanfantasyjazz · 3 months
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You’ve been getting abducted by aliens at night for months now with the aliens performing all sorts of medical examinations on you. But, hey, it’s cheaper than health insurance.
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OP made the post unrebloggable but said it's fine to screenshot and I'm in love with this
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referred to saints as a type of mythological creature today and was about to correct myself when i thought about it and decided that actually i'm right. a saint is a kind of a creature.
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for the first time in recorded history there have been no shadows seen on the Day of Shadows. this can only portend good things! local oracle “just screaming constantly about it.” no doubt screams of joy
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when you apply for your villain license they give you a book of all the new words you’re allowed to say. it’s full of shit like “foible” and “machinations”
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I Remember the Radio
It started broadcasting on Christmas Eve, 1943, and it kept us alive.
We weren’t supposed to be out there. Hell, we weren’t supposed to be anywhere. Shunted out of polite society for reasons I still don’t fully understand, even to this day. Whatever happened, Mama and Pappy didn’t feel inclined to share it with little kid me or adult me or no version of me whatsoever. They died with that secret. Maybe that’s just as well. Don’t know anybody who would even care…
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