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AJ Pryor
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Author or the Inbetween Archives - a morally gray space opera for people that like their trauma laced with dry humor and heart.
Constantly harassed by my characters.

First 2 books FREE on my website
https://shadesvoidcult.com/the-fold#freebooks
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AJ Pryor @thatvoidauthor.bsky.social · Dec 25
I write scifi about people that are very competent, very damaged, and very bad at being honest with themselves.

For you if you like gallows humor, found family, morally gray competence, and tech that makes things worse.

Start here (book 1 & 2 are free): shadesvoidcult.com/the-fold#fre...
The Inbetween Archives – The Inbetween Archives
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It's not a good party.

#WIPSnips #Amwriting
Text reads: Sin could appreciate a good party, but this wasn’t one. It was a three-hour audition in pre-distressed silk and liquid courage. Not to mention enough jewels to cover the next year of the War effort if required. It made him sick. But he and Karina made a good team; they read each other well and were equally adept at attracting and repelling conversation partners. The entire debacle was just a gallery of archetypes trying to pass as individuals. There were the Young Titans, whose groundbreaking ideas were just their fathers’ old prejudices rehashed in modern vernacular. The Policy Sirens who traded substance for that vocal timbre that suggests intimacy with power, often falsely. And, of course, the Living Footnotes: people so derivative that their entire existence felt like a citation of someone more important. And dotted here and there, there was genuine power. Not necessarily class, as the suspended holographic pseudepigrapha—fake, profound quotes from fake, profound dead philosophers—proved. But real power nonetheless. Those people were the most dangerous and, bizarrely, often the most clueless. They’d been on top for so long they forgot how easy it was to fall.
February 10, 2026 at 9:14 AM
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Geist cracking a few foundations in Wraith's belief system.

#WIPSnips #amwriting
Block of text reading: “Okay, anything else?” Geist looked down at their hands, as if surprised she was still holding them. “Yes. We didn’t actually genetically modify you. Or anyone else on Ghost Command, for that matter.” Her mouth went dry as another foundation cracked. It felt like if she moved, she’d shatter. “Should I be relieved or concerned?” Geist shook his head regretfully. “Take your pick. I can tell you that genetic modification wasn’t working. But I had a hunch on what might make the Fold survivable.” He glanced out to the stars, back to her, “I hand selected you and Zane. And the others. You were exceptional candidates, yes, but there was another far more compelling reason.” Wraith closed her eyes. “We’d been exposed to the Anchors and survived.” Geist nodded, “Exactly.” “And so had you?” “No, but I’d spent a lot of time with the artifact. I was one of the few who could. I wasn’t expecting it to give me the ability to survive and navigate the Fold, but it turned out to be true regardless.” “So we weren’t created. We were just… compatible.” Her voice sounded strange, hollowed out. “Correct. Not modified. Just marked.”
February 9, 2026 at 3:17 PM
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The most dangerous person in the room. From Hard Parole, book 1 in my sci-fi series.

#wipsnips #amwriting
Block of text reads: But they needed her. And if he had any hope of getting off this barren, floating rock alive, with the only accessible Inbetween Navigator who’d seen active duty and was still hopefully sane, she was going to have to respect him. Which meant that he could not show any weakness. Any fear. Even though she scared the hell out of him. Unlike many of his colleagues, he didn’t shy away from fear. Fear kept you sharp. Fear kept you alive. And he was a man who believed in using every tool in his arsenal. He stepped into a small room with only two chairs and a table between them. Made from indestructible Duralex and attached to the floor. Nothing that could be used a weapon. Except her body. He’d watched the vid of her close-quarters sparring. Not the best he’d ever seen, but close. And one of the most creative. It was educational. After five years of starvation, he knew the odds were with him if push came to shove. But she’d have the motivation and nothing to lose; he couldn’t let it come to that. He turned to her—she was a scant foot away—and indicated a chair, his heart pounding. “Please.” She sat nonchalantly, leaning back like she was sunning herself on a damn starliner. But her eyes were ice.
February 5, 2026 at 3:02 PM
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Because violence is cheaper and quicker than therapy.

#WIPSnips #amwriting
Block of text with the word "position" highlighted. Text reads: Wraith had only said two words to him when they entered the gym. “No phasing.” Then she proceeded to do her best to put him in the MedBay. Not that Shade couldn’t appreciate her form, which was glorious and deadly. He ducked a punch and swept Wraith’s legs out from under her but she caught herself on her hands and pushed back into him, knocking him into the wall. He’d seen that move before. Should not have been caught by it. She tackled him to the mat. Hard. Managed to get behind him and hooked her legs around his hips, pinning him as she clamped her arm around his throat. Shade shifted in her grip, twisting as he tried to escape, even as spots started dancing in front of his eyes. Finally, he gave up and tapped out. She released the choke, pushed them both up to a seated position and shifted her arms around his chest instead. Her hand slipped up to cover his heart and she rested her head on his shoulder. Said nothing while his body accepted that oxygen was plentiful again. Gave him comfort instead of the interrogation he’d been expecting. He covered her hands with his. “You always do that.” “Hmm?” “Lay your hand on my heart.” Zane could feel her smile on his back, “I know. I find it soothing. Reassuring. Whatever else is going on, your heartbeat is a constant.”
February 4, 2026 at 8:49 AM
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Quick snip from during a quick getaway.

#WIPSnips #amwriting
Block of text with the word confident highlighted. Text reads: Shade glanced over, “Where to?” “Kronos. There is something there I cannot leave behind.” Shade raised an eyebrow but said nothing. A minor miracle. He was reasonably sure that he wouldn’t have been called away from his base of operations if their attackers thought they could reach him there. Which meant Matthew was probably safe for now. He didn’t like probably. Would have phased out if he were at all confident in his ability to do so from the Fold. “That was our Leviathan,” Shade’s voice vibrated with rage. Geist nodded, his own fury clipping his words, “The fake war wasn’t working. But the last time the Confederation was united was at the end of real one. They never released any footage of the final battle.” “Well they have now."
February 3, 2026 at 10:30 AM
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Given Helios's god complex, general disdain for humanity, and tendency to immolate people for existing... not many good points.

He's written to be alien & irredeemable, though as he has a dark sense of humor, I wouldn't be overly surprised to discover he has fans.
#writesky #awesomecharacters
charliedeltawrites.bsky.social ❄️Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta ☃️ @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 17d
Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

Antagonist day! Are they likeable?

Would it surprise you if your antagonist was someone's favorite character?

Were they written to be cathartically hateable? Sympathetic but flawed? Somewhere in between?

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
February 3, 2026 at 5:50 AM
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Why yes, the Cult in my sci-fi series, The Inbetween Archives, *does* have a newsletter. Glad you asked :)

#WIPSnips #amwriting
Screenshot of an email, the word "perish" is highlighted. Text reads: FROM: The Mouth of the Fold TO: Scribes of the Hollow Flame SUBJECT: The Returned Sun Children of the Deep Horizon, The Sun rises again. He moves in defiance. He moves with memory. He moves without us. And yet, he moves. Our Vessel did not perish in the fire. He walks beyond Perdition. He breathes outside prophecy. He dares believe in choice. This is not failure. This is fulfillment. The Fold never promised ease. Only return.
February 2, 2026 at 12:59 PM
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I'm currently working on (read: struggling with) book 3 of my scifi series, The Inbetween Archives.

In theory, I'd planned to get books 3, 4 and 5 written this year. In practice I suspect it will be book 3, a novella, and maybe book 4. Possibly.

#januaryWorldbuilders #amwriting
kiraofthewind.com Kira of the Wind (Erika McCorkle) @kiraofthewind.com · 21d
We're in the extra days of January! From here until Feb, I'll ask some broader questions, #JanuaryWorldbuilders

Today's Q: What are you planning to work on this year? Particularly in regards to writing and worldbuilding, but feel free to talk about anything
MonthlyWorldbuilders prompts daily feed card #JanuaryWorldbuilders Hosted by Kira of the Wind Extra Days 29. What are you planning to work on this year? The background image shows a blurred magic tree with a waterfall coming down between two halves of its trunk. It’s nighttime and the night sky is magical with lots of blues and pinks and purples
January 29, 2026 at 11:10 AM
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Appropriately enough, this Snip is from my prequel book, Ghost Formation 👻

#WIPSnips #amwriting
Block of text with the word "formation" highlighted. Text reads: Spook could admit to herself that she was out of her element, even if it pissed her off that her time as Raven had turned her element into elegant, urban ballrooms and mansions. The forest of stone spires and ancient, petrified rock formations was as far from that world as her preferred clothing was from ballgowns. Bioluminescent moss and fungi covered the stones, giving off an eerie, low-level light that played tricks on the eyes as the hissing steam distorted the air and masked any auditory cues. And Spirit, roped in front of her, was leading them through it as if he were walking through a fucking meadow of flowers on a summer’s day. She’d always known how good he was as a scout, but until now she hadn’t appreciated what that actually meant. “Team check,” the recon leader’s voice sounded in her earpiece. They counted off their numbers quietly, starting with Spirit. There should have been eleven of them. Only nine numbers were called. “Close ranks.” Spirit held position and she stepped up behind him, hooking a finger through his belt loop. She felt Shade do the same thing to her. “Forward.” They crept forward through the seemingly never-ending gloom, but Spirit’s steps didn’t falter. The bastard was probably grinning. “Fifty meters, weapons ready. We have company.” His voice was cheerful. Yep. Definitely grinning.
January 29, 2026 at 11:07 AM
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A trip to the MedWard is incomplete without a little subtle spying.

#WIPSnips #amwriting
Block of text reads: Sin stepped back into their room with a spring in his step. Yes, he should have gone to see the MedDoc the day before given that he’d had three hairline fractures in his ribs. But they were fixed now and pain free was a glorious state to be in. He made them leave the cut. It looked suitably painful and rakish, and had already proved to be an excellent conversation starter. Even if it still hurt like a bastard. He glanced around the suite. Empty, but he could hear water running; Karina must be in the shower. He left her to it and slipped into the hot tub. The MedWard visit had been useful beyond repairing his ribs, even if he’d had to roll his eyes at the name: The Font of Hygieia. It turned out that all of the trampled young bucks had survived their injuries, although three had been transferred to hospital at Aionea. But more than that, the Font was prepping for something big. A few interested questions and honest smiles had got him all the information he needed. The Olympian Games slated for the next day were to be Somatic. Soma was a highly controlled, still mostly experimental drug that increased a person’s reaction times by up to 500%. It was also hell on the brain and the body. Often fatally.
January 23, 2026 at 9:07 AM
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Do your tattoos glow and/or host an alien entity? Just Shade's? Okay then!

#WIPSnips #amwriting
Block of text reads: Shade watched the waves of the ocean roll in, a leaden weight settling in his gut. He shouldn’t be here. Shouldn’t have been able to get here, to phase this far out. Couldn’t deny the evidence in front of him. He glanced down at his wrists, where the faintest glow still suffused his tattoos. “What did you do to me?” he whispered to them as he sat and rested his forearms on his knees. The vision has woken him. No, not a vision. Those tended to fracture. But it wasn’t a dream either. He had a horrible suspicion it was a memory; just one he couldn’t fully grasp with his waking mind. There had been a war, but not the War he’d fought in. Not as Zane. Titanic forces crashed and collided: one seeking dominance, one fracturing under the pressure. And he reveled in the chaos despite his growing concern at the increasing instability the battles were causing. What happened next? He couldn’t remember. A meeting, maybe? Fuck. It was important—was going to be important. He let himself fall back in the sand to stare at the stars, so different here from his usual vista on Perdition. Started counting them out of habit; it was a useful exercise to help his subconscious work through things that weren’t entirely him. And how much of him was even left now that he was hosting the entire fucking artifact? The thought made him lose count, made him laugh as revelation hit. Entire artifact.
January 22, 2026 at 1:30 PM
thatvoidauthor.bsky.social
What do you do when you find out you no longer exist (at least officially)?

#wipsnips #amwriting
Block of text with the word "remain" highlighted. Text reads: Kael had tried to access what information he could on the moon; creatively named Moon XK-447. Got nothing. According to OpNet, it didn’t exist. According to SID-Net, he didn’t exist. If he’d had any family left, they’d have gotten the usual condolences by now—a tragic training accident, probably. Or, if an intern wrote it, something about space pirates. They were running cloaked. All comms off. Low-range nav only. Everything they could do to remain silent and undetected as long as possible. If Shade was wrong, they wasted nothing but time. If he was right, and this was a site where their—presumably Ghost Command’s—funeral rites were being prepared? Then every caution was both needed and probably not enough.
January 18, 2026 at 10:52 AM
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Just a short one today, from Book 2 of my series, the Inbetween Archives

#wipsnip #amwriting
Block of text with "brain" highlighted. Text reads: The MedDoc beeped its completion. “Can I get up now?” “Yeah, Z. I probably won’t hurt you again.” He pushed to his feet. “Immediately.” “You had to say that, didn’t you?” “Of course.” Her smile had teeth, but it softened almost immediately, “Take care of her Z, and tell her I say goodbye. If she’s smart, she’s sleeping off that hangover by now. I have to get my new intern back to the Folly. ” “Wait, your new intern? I called dibs on Ed.” “She needs you more than you need a new toy, boyo. Now, you take it easy for a few days. Your brain hasn’t been happy with you.” She pulled him into a hug, not quite tight enough to re-break his ribs. He hugged her hard, “It’s really good to see you, Reen.” “You too, Z, you too.”
January 16, 2026 at 1:34 PM
thatvoidauthor.bsky.social
I'd get Shade going with Cyberpunk, it would appear to his chaotic nature. Wraith, I think would enjoy the Assassin's Creed games, and Kael... something puzzle based. Maybe Tomb raider.
charliedeltawrites.bsky.social ❄️Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta ☃️ @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · Jan 14
Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

Hypothetical today! If you were trying to get your characters into videogames, what genre/game would you start them out on?

Would it be similar to the genre you write them in, or completely different?

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
January 15, 2026 at 12:59 PM
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I don't have the brain power to write anything funny here today, but here's the snip.

#wipsnips #amwriting
Block of text with the word "current" highlighted. Text reads: “I have to stay behind, I know.” Geist paused at the doorway to Spirit’s room, a thoughtful look on his face. “I’d expected more resistance. “Good to know I can still surprise you occasionally.” While the thought didn’t fill him with glee, Spirit was feeling honest enough to admit that a trip to the Void was beyond his current capabilities. There were other reasons to avoid it, of course. But it was dangerous to think of those for too long. Geist nodded slowly. “You won’t be alone. Patch, Ed and Not Ed are here, and Seori has offered to stay behind—” “And here I thought I’d escaped medical minders.” Spirit was only half serious, but Geist fixed him with a hard stare. “You’ll escape medical minders when you can physically escape them. Until then, I’m afraid I have to insist.” Which made it worse. Because it felt like he’d never be well enough to do so. Still, he tried to dig up some of the good cheer that being around his family had brought him. “At least Seori is a doctor, not a nursemaid.” Geist rolled his eyes, the closest his friend usually came to demonstrating affection. “Will you be okay?” “For tonight, old friend? Yes. As for the rest? I’ll try.” It would have to be enough.
January 14, 2026 at 9:15 AM
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Deep space and or military, so anything that has seen a real vegetable or (gasp) real meat at some point in its existence is something people love. Fresh food ain't exactly abundant.

#januaryworldbuilders #amwriting
kiraofthewind.com Kira of the Wind (Erika McCorkle) @kiraofthewind.com · Jan 14
Last question on our "society, broadly" theme for #JanuaryWorldbuilders. What food or drinks are popular in the society you've been talking about? If can be an MC's society, or any one you have an interesting answer for.
MonthlyWorldbuilders prompts daily feed card #JanuaryWorldbuilders Hosted by Kira of the Wind Week 2: society 14. What are popular foods or drinks in your MC's society? The background image shows a blurred magic tree with a waterfall coming down between two halves of its trunk. It’s nighttime and the night sky is magical with lots of blues and pinks and purple
January 14, 2026 at 9:12 AM
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Mine is mostly a military sci-fi world, so either flight jumpsuits, military pants/sweats and sleeveless tops, or uniforms.

The cultists wear robes, and the central planets (where the wealthy live) vary between high-end comfort and very formal wear.

#januaryworldbuilders #amwriting
kiraofthewind.com Kira of the Wind (Erika McCorkle) @kiraofthewind.com · Jan 13
#JanuaryWorldbuilders! This week is about broad societal questions. What kind of clothes or accessories are worn in your MC's society? Feel free to post pictures of your characters if their clothes are a good representation of what is worn! It can be for everyday use or for special occasions.
MonthlyWorldbuilders prompts daily feed card #JanuaryWorldbuilders Hosted by Kira of the Wind Week 2: Society 13. What kind of clothes are worn in your MC's society? The background image shows a blurred magic tree with a waterfall coming down between two halves of its trunk. It’s nighttime and the night sky is magical with lots of blues and pinks and purples
January 13, 2026 at 6:29 PM
thatvoidauthor.bsky.social
Did you say imminent confrontation? I thought you did.

#WIPSnips #amwriting
Block of text with the word "reflex" highlighted. Text read: Wraith’s knees nearly buckled in relief as Spirit limped over to Patch and took her hand. On the other side of Kael, Shade released a breath she suspected he’d been holding for a while. Between them, Kael still seethed, the anger that had been growing in him since the Choir’s appearance tightening the muscles beneath her fingers. Kael? He didn’t respond. His whole focus on the swirling maelstrom of the Choir’s presence. It seemed to spark, and static cut across her mind in short bursts. Be ready babe, we may need that fast getaway. I don’t think the Choir is happy with Matt’s answer. She nodded without moving her head, and felt Zane wrap Spirit and Patch into the integration. Felt Patch’s wonder at the inclusion. Kael was separate, deliberately pushing them away. She squeezed his bicep, hard, but he ignored her. The static was growing, blue sparks of energy pulsed everywhere. Then the Choir struck. You are ours! Spirit ducked reflexively, his body shielding Patch. Wraith would never know if they could have been fast enough to stop it because before she could react, Kael had phased in, his face furious and his eyes flashing with the Void. Making himself an immovable barrier between the Choir and its target.
January 13, 2026 at 8:41 AM
thatvoidauthor.bsky.social
Wondering where to start with the Inbetween Archives?

Hard Parole is boom 1 (and free via my bio)

#booksky #amwriting #writersky
January 12, 2026 at 1:29 PM
thatvoidauthor.bsky.social
That depends, would you classify a galaxy-wide fascist military government to be problematic?

"Citizens of the Confederation. Patriots. Heroes.
Military Command has meticulously compiled this record to showcase the absolute triumph of unity over chaos, and of order over alien nihilism."
kiraofthewind.com Kira of the Wind (Erika McCorkle) @kiraofthewind.com · Jan 12
Howdy, #JanuaryWorldbuilders! What's plaguing your fictional world's society? (Remember, just pick one or use the MC's society if you have several). Is there classism? Racism? Misogyny? Queerphobia? Is the government run by greedy tyrants? Or are things going relatively okay right now?
MonthlyWorldbuilders prompts daily feed card #JanuaryWorldbuilders Hosted by Kira of the Wind Week 2: Society 12 (for real this time.) What are some issues plaguing your world's society? The background image shows a blurred magic tree with a waterfall coming down between two halves of its trunk. It’s nighttime and the night sky is magical with lots of blues and pinks and purples
January 12, 2026 at 6:24 AM
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Nothing says over-the-top wealth like an arboretum built into a cruise ship.

#WIPSnips #amwriting
Block of text with teh word "fifth" highlighted. Text reads: How they managed to fill the fifth deck with an entire botanical garden, complete with grass and cherry trees in blossom, was a feat that made Sin’s brain ache. Instead of artificial lighting, carefully positioned mirrors reflected the daylight through the cavernous space, turning an indoor venue into the great outdoors. He and Karina had been mingling for an hour, and all talk was about the upcoming games. People seemed unreasonably excited about something that could leave them crippled or brain damaged. Sin thought he might do quite well out of the betting. Even though SID would take their mandatory 50% cut. He supposed as it was their money he was gambling with, that it was fair enough. They’d spotted Adrestos across the way, minus Cynthia, and treated him to the sight of them ducking behind a tree for some not-quite-alone time. His glare had settled Sin’s stomach almost as much as Karina’s lips. It was a strange feeling. Being this attuned to a partner, especially as it wasn’t—despite appearances—sexual. They just worked.
January 10, 2026 at 8:36 AM
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And clocking in at a hair over 28k words, my new novella: Raven Smile.

It sits as a standalone prequel in my Inbetween Archives universe, and features fake marriage, assassins, and morally gray everyone. I am unreasonably proud of it.

Here's a sneak peek at the concept cover

#amwriting #booksky
Book cover for Raven Smile by AJ Pryor. A dark-haired man in a tailored black suit with an open white shirt stands beside a dark-haired woman in a deep red evening gown with a high slit. They are positioned confidently in an opulent ballroom lit by chandeliers, with an elegant crowd blurred in the background. The title “RAVEN SMILE” appears in bold white lettering at the top, with the subtitle “An Inbetween Archives Novella” beneath it, and the author’s name at the bottom.
January 10, 2026 at 4:20 AM
thatvoidauthor.bsky.social
Wraith is a nomad at best and an outcast at worst. For the most part, she exists on the fringes of society, sticking with her partners on their (space)ship.
She's from an outer planet, which doesn't help her cause, and is an (unfairly) convicted war criminal.
#januaryworldbuilders #booksky
kiraofthewind.com Kira of the Wind (Erika McCorkle) @kiraofthewind.com · Jan 9
#JanuaryWorldbuilders, tell me about your MC's (or another important character if you don't do MCs) role in society. Are they upper or lower class? What job/tasks do they do as part of this society? Are they even a member of a society?
MonthlyWorldbuilders prompts daily feed card #JanuaryWorldbuilders Hosted by Kira of the Wind Week 2: Society 9. What is your MC's position in society? The background image shows a blurred magic tree with a waterfall coming down between two halves of its trunk. It’s nighttime and the night sky is magical with lots of blues and pinks and purples
January 9, 2026 at 9:51 AM
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I was surprised at how many times I used the word table, actually 🤣
Decided on this memory interlude for your reading pleasure.

#wipsnips #amwriting
Block of italic text, the word table highlighted. Text reads: Geist stalked his office, relief warring with annoyance. They’d recovered Revenant, but the artifact had apparently melted in the process. He still wasn’t sure how that could have happened. Yet he’d fulfilled his part of the bargain. He’d delivered the damn thing to Shade as directed. It had not reciprocated and was destroyed still owing him the information he needed about what happened to Spirit. He’d find out eventually. You stupid piece of rock. You owe me. For a second, he felt as if it heard him. A nonsensical notion. Then there was a tug behind him, like the pull of the Void just before a collapse. Geist turned. Shadow was coalescing on the floor in front of his desk. He took a step back. There was a small pop, electronics crackled, and a body lay on the floor. No, not a body; it was emaciated, but it was alive. He stepped forward slowly, ready for anything but what he found. As he tilted his head to see the man’s face, he fell to his knees. Gently lifted the man into his arms with tears in his eyes, and phased him to his private MedBay. Lay him on the diagnostic table and ran hand over the cheek of the one person he’d never expected to see again. “Hello, Spirit,” he whispered. “We missed you.”
January 9, 2026 at 9:25 AM
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Canvas is all well and good, but impossible sculptures are even better...

#amwriting #wipsnips
Text block with the word canvas highlighted. Text reads: The Kalon Gallery covered a massive, three-floor atrium at the center of the ship, the delicate-seeming walkway that spiraled up through it was as much a part of the display as the exhibitions. And if Adrestos had been showing off before, here he was definitely upping the stakes. Statues, sculptures, and paintings from the latest modern maestros shared space with the masters of history. So much so, that Rina wondered whether Adrestos had pillaged a museum or two. The pieces ranged from hyper-real to the warped and bizarre, from oil and canvas, to pixellated smoke and even Boron-Nitrate Nanoweave. The digital display next to this last one declared it to be a near impossibility, created using focused molecular singularities. Rina shuddered to think of the complexities involved in creating what was, in all honesty, a really ugly sculpture.
January 8, 2026 at 11:06 AM