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Morrie Mullins
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I'm a writer, teacher, and dog dad. I write fantasy and science fiction in twisted near-future worlds where magic and tech start to blend. I have a weird brain. I like my weird brain.
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After a particularly vicious fight, Sister takes Deodora to a stitcher, to get her fixed up. Bonding ensues.

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Deodora groaned. “Sister?” Sister moved to the other side of the makeshift station where the stitcher had done his work. “I’m here.” Deodora’s eyes slid open and tracked slowly to Sister’s face. “Huh.” She took a slow breath, one hand going to her ribs. “I’m in one piece.” “Other than the bits you puked up on my boots, or dripped on the floor.” “See, that’s why we get along. You know how to make a girl feel special.” She turned her head and regarded the stitcher. “Everybody needs a bestie they can puke and drip on.”
February 13, 2025 at 6:20 AM
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Tabitha awakens to a world she doesn't recognize, with no memories to help her process it--and Yevgeny uses her awakening as a cue to move to the next phase of his research.

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“You’re alert and processing. We’ve not begun the delivery.” He chuckled. “Well, I suppose I have, now. I’m giving you vocabulary and syntax, talking with you like I would anyone else. And you, with your language centers active and your brain at maximal plasticity—what an exciting time to be you!” More tears rolled down her cheeks. “The protocol was always going to be,” he bent forward, extending one of those thick-knuckled fingers to wipe away a tear, “fluid. No observation plan for a living subject survives first contact with that subject.” He frowned to himself. “I ought to be concerned about that.”
February 8, 2025 at 9:23 PM
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Raze sees something he isn't supposed to, and it almost costs him!

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Something shimmered, hovering in the center of the hole. Something tiny, incredibly dense, shaking as if it might explode outward at any moment. He pressed his fingertips to the ground and rocked forward. His vision blurred. The shimmering spot pulsed. Twisted. Took on depth. He followed its movement, eyes barely open. It pulled at him, tugged his awareness, drew bits of him forward. Out. Down. Falling. Falling through the air, toward it. Falling backward, tugged by something more powerful than gravity. Something hungry, ancient. Something not yet born. Something that wanted him, needed him, would take him away from the half-sleep and deposit him… elsewhere. Or else-when.
February 6, 2025 at 10:11 PM