From 75f59742103da421cc52e752fafc4dc1b17d7dd3 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: luxagraf Date: Fri, 30 Aug 2019 03:30:45 -0500 Subject: added recent pages and articles --- fict-book.txt | 8 +++++--- 1 file changed, 5 insertions(+), 3 deletions(-) (limited to 'fict-book.txt') diff --git a/fict-book.txt b/fict-book.txt index c61c05c..50df2e1 100644 --- a/fict-book.txt +++ b/fict-book.txt @@ -1,6 +1,8 @@ -Her breath was a thin wisp leaking out her nostils, she slowed it even more, listening to her heart beat one two three four and then she slowly inhale and held it one two three she came around the tree saw the flicker in the corner of her field of vision, pivoted toward it and fired. - -The biggest one fell, the other two leaped forward as she half turned and fired again. The smallest hit her square in the chest, but was dead before they hit the ground together. The last wengon stood staring, sniffing, trying to decide. It walked closer, standing nearly over her hand, sandwiched between snow and fur, still curled around the handle of the pistol. It leaned forward and bit into the wengon lying on top of her. She twisted her hand to the side and fired straight up through it's belly. It recoiled and turned to run, but she was up and final shot, brought it down. +After Oil 5: Any Sufficiently Advanced Technology, and stories should be submitted by January 1, 2020 A family father who restores a wrecked boat on the shores of Lake Michigan in order to build a future for his family that will help them rise above their current station in the de-industrial world to lead lives of adventure and daring. he fixes up the boat he found, he makes sails of the skins of dogs, the largest easy to kill animal left in the area. He then takes the extra furs to a town at the mouth of the lock and attempts to sell them and gets laughed off the docks as backward, a yoken with skins in a world that doesn't yet need skins. He manages to get passage through the locks anyway somehow and navigates down the st. larwence river and out to sea. + +A young girl, patterned after the hummingbird's daughter and omakayas Mexus people, the ojibwe, the remnants of christianity clinging to power in the city. The high and lowland peoples. + +ON THE COOL OCTOBER MORNING when Cayetana Chávez brought her baby to light, it was the start of that season in Sinaloa when the humid torments of summer finally gave way to breezes and falling leaves, and small red birds skittered through the corrals, and the dogs grew new coats. -- cgit v1.2.3-70-g09d2