Below are the rest of my short stories and writing that isn’t connected to my main projects. There is a wide variety, but I highly recommend Body and Soul.
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“Unit CWN-721 seems to be defective, ma’am.” The machinist stood over me, wielding a long, clawed tool that she used to turn me over and around. Her dark blue coveralls were oil-stained and heavily patched, and she clicked her tongue as she let my leg drop to the ground. “What’s wrong with it, Acevedo?” the read more here!
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How many pilots have I had? I have been in service for nearly two centuries. Through that time I have had dozens of pilots. After that many, they tend to blend together. So, when this one comes on board and I can feel the difference in seconds, I am bound to pay a bit more read more here!
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“Shh shh, it’s okay,” she said, her fingers slipping through my chassis and into the soft delicate parts of my remaining underneath. “You’re okay.” I believed her, and felt my servos and hydraulics relax—fractionally, barely perceptibly—as her hands dug deeper in. I didn’t know how long I’d been there, alone and cold and rusting. It read more here!
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Night always seemed to fall early in Starhold. The Stellar Keep of the Star Knights and the surrounding village was situated deep in the valley of the Blackbank River. When the sun set, the shadows cast by the valley brought the dark faster and heavier than anywhere else that Linzer Evenstar, in all of his read more here!
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Imagine that you’re wearing a really uncomfortable shirt. It’s made of scratchy wool, it’s poorly fitted, it’s folded over in a couple spots and rubs up against your skin. But you don’t really realize how uncomfortable it is; I mean it’s the only shirt you’ve ever worn. Over the years you have some struggles. You read more here!
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I coughed and groaned, blinking the dust out of my eyes. The wall I had been thrown into was a pile of rubble around me, clouds of dust and debris clogging the air. I grabbed a chunk of the rubble and pulled myself to my feet, just in time for another impact to make me read more here!
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I opened my eyes, but saw only white. The next thing I noticed was that my head hurt. A lot. I reached up to touch the sore spot, and my fingers came away wet and slick. Blood? I thought, and as my vision began to return, I saw the telltale shiny redness of blood. With read more here!
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