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The story on writing the story.

So today’s story post, which was supposed to post yesterday, but didn’t because it wasn’t written until today, is not a story. Unless of course it is a story about me writing a story. Because it is certainly that. Our protagonist is my story that I’m writing.  This story has slowly been trying to grow… Continue reading The story on writing the story.

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T’kk’tck and The Rainbow Doom

“Hey bloke, slowpoke, morose!  SEE ME SHEEP!  ARRRRRRRRRRRGH.  MMMMMMMMMMMMMM.  OOOOOOOOOOOO.  QuUUUUUUUUUUU.” The words came pouring down out of a clear blue sky.  T’kk’tck had been out for a Sunday stroll with D’ng, just a little able about town to help his leg heal back up and enjoy the sunshine. Startled by the shouting he looked… Continue reading T’kk’tck and The Rainbow Doom

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“Field of Suck”

It wasn't pitch black.  T'kk'tck could still see his face in front of his hands.  He was crouching near a large boulder on the top of a very gently hill like hill.  It was almost flat but then it most decidedly wasn't and from where he was he could see a good distance in every… Continue reading “Field of Suck”