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Happy 2011

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2010 was the best year of my life thus far. I wrote 774 short stories, 5 books and published one (albeit with missing chapters thanks to the publisher but I'm hoping this will be rectified in 2011). I would like to take this moment to thank Twisk for being my Anonnaa and going along with me. Her art and companionship have been invaluable to me. May we make books together forever. To all the readers who visit the site, Happy New Year. Crawww!

Story for the day: The Earl

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The Earl of Sesterna                 Marridon, it seems, was in need of an airing, an airing of its Chambers and an airing of its gentry. The courts of Marridon capital were crowded with nobles from Sesterna and Baletrim, two of the Triumvirate’s smaller realms. The Chambers of Marridon city were filled with nobility from all three of the united nations and though many gave some unwanted commentary during the proceedings in the courts, there were none so troublesome in speech as the Earl of Sesterna. He was a pompous and ignorant fellow, fat in his person and equally thick in his understanding. The boredom he expressed while being made to remain in the Chambers for hearings was well catalogued by everyone around him and when his expressions of aversion became unreasonable, the Duchess entreated King Alasdair of Frewyn to improve the Earl’s sense of mainland culture and expose him to some exercise.                 Though the invitation was not unwelcome, Alasdair could not help but f

Story for the day: The Child

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The Den Asaan will not babysit your children. The Child                 Beyond the iron gate, separating the castle from the remainder of the capital, sat a child no more than a few months old. She had crawled away from her caretaker at the Church and had been left on her own for more than a few minutes. She was content to be sitting and rolling around, cooing to no one in particular, making bubbles with her spittle, and taking interest in every bird that flew overhead, but when there was nothing to divert her attention from the notion of being alone, her chief occupation became crying. She howled for someone to attend her, to lift her, to claim her, and the royal guard began to search for the child’s mother or matron, they were assured all was well by Otenohi who was just returning from a visit to the capital.                 Otenohi stood over the screaming child and grinned down at her. He observed how dissimilar the human creature was from the Haanta Mivaari. Her arms were pl

Story for the day: Female Condition

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For the first time in about 9 months, I had difficulty writing today. This is why.                   There was a condition that plagued the many women of Frewyn. It was generally unknown if this particular circumstance beleaguered the other women between two distinct ages of the mainland but once every waxing and waning of the moon, there seemed to be an affliction settling over that would spread over the capital and its surroundings. Women spoke of it at great length, talking about their numerous symptoms as if to broaden this odd state. When mentioned to men, they claimed they had never heard of such a situation and refuted ever seeing their wives or sisters bear all the agony and pain that was noted. Chills, aches, stabbing pains, weakness and fatigue, disconsolation, the need for strange foods at stranger hours, all of these indications recommended themselves to a disease that could only bring about one’s death, but it did not.                 The condition was not a myth, as i

Lint

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Today, there was an epic battle that took place in my home. Here is what happened:  Lint                 The Den Asaan had not seen his small enemies in some time. The spider, native to Frewyn’s environs, was scarcely see during the long winter months and though Rautu was assured that his venerable nemeses were either hiding in the ground or had died during the bitter cold climate the situation of Frewyn could afford, the giant was disinclined to believe any such conjectures. The Undu of Sanhedhran, the sand spiders that had slighted the giant in so unjust a manner as to be responsible for the dislocation of his arms, were known on the islands for their trickery. During the rain season, which was the coolest time of year for the north, the Undu burrowed in the sand and waited for prey to step near them. While they were protected from the rain, those who walked along the shores were not protected from the Undu’s bite. A few missing toes were heard of on the islands and even thou