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Dancers

The dancers whirled across the crystal floor like flowers on swirling water.  The lights of the hiveworld spread a carpet of diamonds below them. A young girl, dark-skinned and dressed all in red, whirled to the edge of the dance floor.  She pulled away from her tall, slender partner and carefully curtsied.  The gentleman returned a deep and graceful bow before taking the hand of a waiting lady and returning to the whirling waltz. The girl settled on a chair beside a short, pale man.  His hair and fur collar were striped black and white, his eyes and the gem at his throat were red, and the wine in the glass he offered her was blue. "The Ch

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Loyal Like a Dog

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Loyal Like a Dog

Ben set the two coffees on the table and slid into the plastic bench seat opposite Amy.  She was huddled in a hooded sweater.  Her eyes were hidden, but a curl of her yellow hair had escaped and was hanging down past her lips, swaying back and forth as she breathed. Ben ran his fingers through his own short hair, the same shade as hers. He cleared his throat.  "I'm... um, I'm glad you came.  Wasn't sure you would." Amy wrapped her hands around her coffee.  He could feel her gaze on his chest, boring into his striped sweater. He laughed nervously.  "What are the chances, huh?  Running into each other on the subway?  I... uh, I didn't even

And the Wind cuts to the Bone

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And the Wind cuts to the Bone

And The Wind Cuts to the Bone Chapter 1 Nilus Eisen's dream echoed with the crash and rumble of walls coming down. In reality, he had fled to the armory of the Adeptus Arbites precinct fortress on Cosflame.  Behind him, in the infirmary, Brother Domis was changing.  The mad little old man had been so single-minded in his faith, so certain in the protection of the Immortal Emperor.  Always babbling a prayer, always screaming praise in battle.  Now his piety had broken into one long scream as the Daemon poured through the hole in his mind, stretched and warped his flesh, clawed its way into being. In reality, Varn, the hulking savage Guards

Barstow Station

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Barstow Station

+++TRANSMISSION BEGINS+++ We were on the shuttle to Barstow Station when the math began to take hold.  It had been over an hour since I jacked the hacked dataslate into the back of my skull, and I had begun to worry that my cogitator had developed a workaround, a resistance, an immunity.  But as the lurch of deceleration yanked what was left of my bowels toward the floor, I felt the left side of my body crawl with bugs and soft whores' fingers as my mechanical rightbrain choked on the irreversible computations and self-annihilating fractions I had fed it.  Half of my visual and audio input was flooded with error messages and the smell of flo

Dancers

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Dancers

The dancers whirled across the crystal floor like flowers on swirling water.  The lights of the hiveworld spread a carpet of diamonds below them. A young girl, dark-skinned and dressed all in red, whirled to the edge of the dance floor.  She pulled away from her tall, slender partner and carefully curtsied.  The gentleman returned a deep and graceful bow before taking the hand of a waiting lady and returning to the whirling waltz. The girl settled on a chair beside a short, pale man.  His hair and fur collar were striped black and white, his eyes and the gem at his throat were red, and the wine in the glass he offered her was blue. "The Ch

Barstow Station

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Barstow Station

+++TRANSMISSION BEGINS+++ We were on the shuttle to Barstow Station when the math began to take hold.  It had been over an hour since I jacked the hacked dataslate into the back of my skull, and I had begun to worry that my cogitator had developed a workaround, a resistance, an immunity.  But as the lurch of deceleration yanked what was left of my bowels toward the floor, I felt the left side of my body crawl with bugs and soft whores' fingers as my mechanical rightbrain choked on the irreversible computations and self-annihilating fractions I had fed it.  Half of my visual and audio input was flooded with error messages and the smell of flo

And the Wind cuts to the Bone

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And the Wind cuts to the Bone

And The Wind Cuts to the Bone Chapter 1 Nilus Eisen's dream echoed with the crash and rumble of walls coming down. In reality, he had fled to the armory of the Adeptus Arbites precinct fortress on Cosflame.  Behind him, in the infirmary, Brother Domis was changing.  The mad little old man had been so single-minded in his faith, so certain in the protection of the Immortal Emperor.  Always babbling a prayer, always screaming praise in battle.  Now his piety had broken into one long scream as the Daemon poured through the hole in his mind, stretched and warped his flesh, clawed its way into being. In reality, Varn, the hulking savage Guards

Loyal Like a Dog

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Loyal Like a Dog

Ben set the two coffees on the table and slid into the plastic bench seat opposite Amy.  She was huddled in a hooded sweater.  Her eyes were hidden, but a curl of her yellow hair had escaped and was hanging down past her lips, swaying back and forth as she breathed. Ben ran his fingers through his own short hair, the same shade as hers. He cleared his throat.  "I'm... um, I'm glad you came.  Wasn't sure you would." Amy wrapped her hands around her coffee.  He could feel her gaze on his chest, boring into his striped sweater. He laughed nervously.  "What are the chances, huh?  Running into each other on the subway?  I... uh, I didn't even

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Devious Journal Entry

Devious Journal Entry

The Zahir was an idea conceived by Jorge Luis Borges... an object, image, sensation, or idea that, once encountered, engenders helpless obsession in the subject.  At first, the subject thinks of the Zahir frequently, then constantly, and finally can think of nothing else.  The idea consumes the mind, and memory is annihilated; nothing remains but an idiot consciousness, contemplating the Zahir. As you browse the internet, you encounter images.  Ideas.  As the contents of the internet grow exponentially larger, the chance that it contains your Zahir approaches certainty. You're probably safest if you just stick to porn.

How are you, gentlemen.

How are you, gentlemen.

If you're new here, which is likely, you're probably here to read the story I worked on with Jo.  That's The Soldier and the Witch, available to your left.  Worry not; though the story is ongoing the denouement is immanent.  Jo wants a happy ending, while I enjoy making small children cry.  We'll see how it goes. Of the rest, I recommend Barstow Station, a yarn both hum'rous* and morally instructive.** *To the Deranged **Filthy Lies

Upload Begins

Upload Begins

I've decided to store some of the things I write in a central location on the Internets, rather than leave them scattered here and there among my email accounts and the various nooks and crannies of my hard drive these things tend to collect in.  This should enable me to access my meanderings, hallucinatory revelations, and shaggy dog stories should my beloved Lappy fall to the forces of entropy and decay. This of course means I have to read over each narrative nugget I find, often for the first time, to decide whether it warrants storage.  Much cringing and editing ensues.  I'm gonna be at this a while.  'S alright; if there's one thing I d

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Have you written any thing new anywhere?
It's been nearly two years since your last post, is there anywhere else you have things uploaded? Especially anything like Barstow Station or And the Wind cuts to the Bone.
Dear god, Leibowitz. You are a freaking genius at this. I was linked here from reading old Nerfnow comics and I read the Soldier and the Witch as well as your other works, and I can say for my self that if you don't make a novel or something, the world would have missed a great talent. You have mad skillz that I am quite jealous of, my friend.
Great story incorperating Warhammer 40,0000 in to the story and I hope you'll do some more soon.
I was led here by Nerf Now, and find myself absolutely loving the Soldier and the Witch. That said, i'll be adding you to my watchlist in hope of updates. :D
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...Huh. You wouldn't happen to have read "A Canticle For Leibowitz"?

Beatus Leibowitz, Ora Pro Me.
The contemplative post apocalyptic tale of the Jewish engineer who gets canonized as the Catholic saint of technology and the monks who hold to his ideals through the long dark age that follows mankind's self-destructive orgy of nuclear fire?

Never heard of it.