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The fishing line jerked suddenly, startling Child Claude and nearly pulling the rod from his hands. He tightened his grip, heart leaping.
"I got one!" he said.
"Do not let it get away," the Fisher replied calmly.
After a brief struggle, Claude leaned over the side of the canoe and hauled up a...
Threadmarks: Chapter 17: "It's In My Blood": Becoming Glorious Gorjon: part one
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Bloody and bruised, Gorjon forced himself upright in the center of the ring. Sweat and blood streaked down his torso, glinting under the arena lights.
His opponent, a Dagon with a wooly beard, hurled himself into the energy ropes. They stretched, hummed, and snapped him back toward...
Being a Sync is something I would not wish on my worst enemy. The whole process is crude, rushed, and embarrassingly unfinished.
To start with, Syncs aren't treated with anything resembling respect. We're ignored when convenient and dismissed when not.
Second, we exist purely to fight for the...
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Pain.
First sensation on waking. Great pain. Chest. A pain with name. Back broken once. This is worse. Confusion. How?
Memory. The Hunt. Scent of killbeast. Mind of killbeast. Long days. Too long. Tired. Too tired.
Ambush.
Pain again. Great pain. More pain than any story.
Sound...
Gunmeister snorted.
"This Human is bolder than those two wimpy presidents."
He rose to his full six-foot-two height, rolling his shoulders and adjusting the sunglasses perched on his nose like they were part of his face.
"Are you just going to pose with that," he asked, nodding at the silver...
Day 5
The Papuru Inn ranked among the largest and most extravagant hotel chains in the galaxy, its sponsorship of Coalition Carnage evident in every polished surface and carefully curated luxury. Inside one of its premier super suites, Kane Urasa stood before a full-length mirror set into the...
Time Measurement
Time is measured differently, depending on the world in question. Some have slower rotations, while others have faster orbits around the Papuru Star. To help interplanetary travelers and merchants, Universal Time was established.
The planets first appearing within this new...
Inky blackness wrapped five vessels as they cut through open space, engines silent against the void. Ahead of them, a marble-sized sphere of blue-white light hung alone, faint at first, then steadily swelling as the ships closed in at nearly three hundred kilometers per second.
Two of the...
The canoe drifted without wake or sound.
Claude sat at the bow, his feet dangling just short of the water, hands wrapped around a fishing rod that had not twitched once since they arrived. Across from him sat the Fisher, older by decades, maybe centuries, his blue skin weathered and calm...
Threadmarks: Chapter 10: The Gospel of Plunk: Lamentations I
My name is Plunk. I am a Pixan, six inches tall by honest measure, with wings no longer than a thumb joint set neatly between my shoulders. I have lived for roughly fifty thousand years. Most of that time was spent walking the soil of my birthworld, Oym, and drifting through its many locals...
Kane (voiceover)
My fav part about this competition, so far, is being reunited with my best bud, Claude.
Kane Urasa and Claude of Styfe were relaxing in Kane's opulent Super suite at the galaxy-renowned Papuru Inn, eating food delivered by room service. The suite was decorated in the...
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The first time Zala Skipstone turned the holoview on, the cave lit up like lava moss had set up residence in her living room.
A sheet of pale-blue projection unfurled above the stone table and assembled itself into depth, real depth, not flat picture depth. The image didn't sit on the...
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I was only six years old when Bram, my older brother, found me playing in the backyard. He'd gotten ahold of some blue-colored piece of coal from somewhere, and he looked like he'd been lit from the inside.
"Do you know what this means, Microtek?" he asked, holding it out like it was...
For this chapter, imagine you lived in this galaxy.
Imagine you were born a Dagon.
Dagons are built the way other races tell stories about. Gray-blue skin stretched over dense muscle, broad frames, heavy bone. Their faces tend toward permanent scowls, expressions that look like challenges...
Threadmarks: Chapter 5: Diary of a Mad Magic Woman
The little human girl in the frilliest pink dress ever stitched, skipped into the dining room. A big polished wood table dominated the space, atop which sat a black cat.
Oscar the cat sat beside a leather-bound book with a broken latch, tail calmly waving. The girl scrambled into the oversized...
The Tower of Laws rose like a hollow crown over Topaz City, stone spiraling up, open to the skies, packed with a million bodies and a million opinions. Below, the holoview replayed the same moment again and again:
A silver line, too fast to be real, stitching the air.
Claude dropping.
The...
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A small hand clutched a bigger one as the city of Jewelhead swallowed them whole.
The avenue glittered with tall, curved buildings and decorative booths packed so tight, the crowd flowed like one organism. Off-world tourists, Earthlings especially, outnumbered the Dycordians, gawking at...
The fanfare of dozens of horned instruments hit every holoview in every district, on every ship, and in every bar where someone had ever bet their last c-chip on a stranger's fists.
Blue-and-gold letters slammed into existence:
COALITION CARNAGE
Seventeen planets flashed behind the title in...
Threadmarks: Act 1: Coalition Carnage: Chapter 1: Welcome to the Papuru Galaxy
The first thing you noticed wasn't the light.
It was the absence of everything else.
No background scatter of stars. No distant constellations. No gentle drift of galactic dust. Just an impossible emptiness-like the universe had been scraped clean and left behind as a stage for a single...