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The Tale of Wandering Ted, pt. 1
Gather, all, and bend your head
To hear the tale of Wandering Ted.
Now, this kind of story usually starts with me saying that young Ted came from humble roots, but that really couldn’t be further from the truth. In fact, he was a grown man before anyone ever called him Ted.
His parents named him Theodore Benedict Vanderhoff. Yeah, those Vanderhoffs: big house in the capitol, lots of servants, and so much money that they could afford to hire people to spend it for them. He grew up surrounded by portraits, upholstery, fine food, and private tutors. He had his own nanny when he was a kid, and when he got older, he had a valet.
Of course, as the eldest son of one of the most powerful banking families in all of humankind, it was always understood that he would take over the business when he was ready, so his father sent him off to university to learn all about the agriculture of money: what soil to plant it in, how to tend the crop, and who to trust with it. However, young Theodore wa
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Housemates Chapter 2
I woke up with a beautiful woman in my arms. Even early in the morning, her skin felt like silk. Sometimes it strikes me all of a sudden just how exquisite it feels to be able to do that, as though I was learning it all over again.
As I blinked the sleep out of my eyes, I started to notice a few odd things. For one, the woman in my arms ended at the waist. For another, her hair was long and blond, with a thick braid down her back. It had been medium length and brown the night before.
It took me another minute or so to remember. We had been doing some more testing of Diana’s magical abilities last night, and she had been trying out several new looks. She had managed to make five duplicates of herself at once to compare a bunch of new hairstyles, which was two more than she had been able to do before. She had also been practicing some more with using the various parts of her body without keeping them attached to her all the time.
I turned in the bed to face the other way, where I s
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Literature
Housemates
   The whole thing started with an ad online. I was looking for a place to live, and I found a woman with a place that she couldn't afford to rent by herself. I took a look at the place, and it was pretty nice. Full facilities, good neighborhood, the whole deal. She would have preferred a female housemate, and I'm usually leery about moving in with strangers, so it wasn't exactly an ideal situation for either of us, but she was coming down to the wire on funds, and I really needed a place to lay down roots. We swallowed our objections and shook hands, and I settled in.
   Cohabitation was awkward for the first few weeks, but I coped by avoiding contact with my new housemate as much as possible, in an effort to solve the problem by ignoring it. I'm a freelance software engineer with a few corporate contracts in the works, and I prefer to work from home. I also do some game coding on the side, my attempt to break into an industry I actually enjoy, so I work
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The Storehouse - Chapter 4
   It didn't take long before Elena was the backbone of the Storehouse. Being practically invulnerable to harm meant that she was the most fearless of all the wellspring keepers when it came to confronting the bad guys. Plenty of items had fallen into the hands of criminals who were willing to threaten a woman with a knife, and nothing took the wind out of their sales than seeing Elena shrug off a stabbing. And after that, when it came to interrogation methods, Elena found that the average crook tended to get chatty after she'd pulled his arm off and stuck it in a bag. She always gave them back afterwards, though. No need to get nasty.
   When she wasn't out on a job, she kept in practice around the Storehouse to prepare herself for unusual situations. She would take off one of her legs on a Monday and spend the whole week hopping around, just so she would have the coordination to get around with a missing leg if she had to. She also sparred with various c
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The Storehouse - Chapter 3
   Marty and Vanessa took cover behind an overturned table as a tongue of flame roared over their heads. The woman on the other side was wearing a leather corset with an attached pair of magical dragon wings, which allowed her to fly and breathe fire. The room wasn't big enough for the wings to give her an advantage, but the flame breath was trouble enough.
   "Man," said Vanessa, "I've heard of fiery redheads, but . . ."
   "Please don't finish that sentence," said Marty. "This is bad enough without terrible puns."
   "Oh, come on. Someone had to say it."
   "You have any ideas for how to take this psycho down?"
   "Well, there are two of us, and only one of her," said Vanessa. "If one of us creates a distraction, the other should be able to sneak around the back and, I don't know, put her in an arm lock or something."
   "Do you know how to put someone in an arm lock?" said Marty.
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The Storehouse - Chapter 2
   Marty and Vanessa first met at a party. She had bought an interesting-looking drink-mixing kit at a party supply shop, and she invited a few friends over to try it out. The kit included a fancy-looking shaker and some funny-looking syrups and things, and the whole thing came in a shiny cardboard box with little sparkles on it. The whole thing looked pretty cheesy, but Vanessa figured she could make a good time out of it.
   Marty was a blogger. He had been writing little consumer watchdog articles for a while, until he found out about Opus Novelties, Inc., a company that had sold some seriously dodgy goods. They specialized in practical jokes and hobby kits, and each of their products had been associated with an unusual or inexplicable event. The company was out of business, but their products still occasionally turned up on store shelves and on the Internet. He made it his life's work to track down everything with the Opus brand and catalog their effec
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Literature
The Storehouse
The cat burglar gripped the outcropping with her thighs as she worked on the high window. She really had to lean on her knife to get through all the old caulk and grout. This old thing must not have been opened in the last 60 years or so.
As soon as she got through the nasty crust of junk, she got out her lock picks from a pouch on her belt and went to work on the lock. This part was easier. She knew all the tricks for opening old locks, and opening a lock forty feet above the sidewalk just made it more fun. Fifteen seconds of work got the lock open, and then she slowly pried open the window and slipped inside. The window was narrow and didn't open very far, but she was easily slender enough to make it through. She wouldn't have made a very good cat burglar otherwise.
She clung to the rafters and looked out over the massive storehouse, row after row of shelves as far as the eye could see. The place was much bigger than it looked from the outside. It didn't take up too much of the stree
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Literature
Chapter 8: The Congress
Chapter 8: The Congress
Elizabeth and Sam lay together in her bed, fast asleep.  Elizabeth was holding Sam close to her, and quite comprehensively.  The new body that Sam had just helped her create was still in two halves.  The upper half was resting on Sam’s chest, and the lower was straddling one of his legs.
Sam was stirring in his sleep.  He opened his eyes and saw mist everywhere.  A woman was walking toward him.  He had had this dream before.
“Hello, Sam.”
“Hello, Katie.”  He found himself unable to look her in the eye.
“So.”
“Yeah.”
“She learns fast, doesn’t she?”
“Yeah, she sure does.  Maybe it’s the doctorate that does it.”
“Well, she has a good teacher.”
“I’m not that good.  Not as good as you were.”
“You’re a better teacher than I was, Sam.  You said it yourself
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Chapter 7: The Healing
Chapter 7: The Healing
Elizabeth’s room was littered with several strangely-shaped bits of metal, a few pieces of wood, and some laboratory glassware.  Sam had been helping her learn how to transform things, and for the time being, they had been focusing on shapechanging.  Metal was a good place to start because it was naturally malleable, and glass wasn’t too hard since it tended to change shape on its own.  In old houses where the windows are still intact, the panes of glass are thicker at the bottom because the glass has had a hundred years or so to flow.  They were using the wood for advanced work because of all the fine detail in the grain.
“All right,” said Sam, “all you have to do is focus your mind.  You know what it is now, and you know what you want it to be.  Just make it happen.”
Elizabeth stared at the piece of wood she was holding.  It was an ordinary scrap of lumber
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Literature
Eve's Story, Part 3
The term “pyramid society” refers to a civilization consisting of a strong ruler at its apex supported by successively weaker and larger groups, from a council of advisors near the top to a vast and diverse body of farmers and laborers at the bottom.  A city like Tetropolis, which was pyramid-shaped not only socially but structurally, only served to drive the point home.  Actually, lacking a central figure and being governed by a council with rotating leadership, Tetropolis more resembled a well-worn and weathered pyramid, the sharp point at the apex having grown dull since its citizens decided that sharp things could be dangerous.  However, the physical layout of the city was almost a perfect map of the social status of its inhabitants.  The very influential had penthouses and top-floor offices, and the lowest-class jobs existed at the base, maintaining the equipment and systems that kept Tetropolis running.  A few jobs even
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Chapter 6: The Disc
Chapter 6: The Disc
Elizabeth burst into the facility’s dining room where Sam, Steve, Rose, and Wade were having breakfast.  She threw the disc she had been examining for the last several days onto the table.
“All right, are you guys messing with me, or what?”
“What are you talking about?” said Wade.
“Every time I look at that disc, it has different symbols on it.  Sometimes it’s demotic, sometimes, it’s cuneiform, sometimes it’s Norse runes, and some of them just look like squiggles.  Now, are you guys sneaking into my room and changing discs on me?”
“I know I’m not,” said Rose, “and it would be easiest for me.”
“There aren’t any other discs like that, at least that we know of,” said Steve.  “Trust me, nobody is trying to put one over on you.”
“Hell, why would we try to fool you?” said Sam.  “You’re supposed to
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Eve's Story, Part 2
It is a commonly held belief that civilizations are built from the ground up.  However, as with every metaphor, there are those who insist that it be taken literally, and so the implied requirement for any burgeoning culture is some sort of terrestrial starting point, with ground that can be tilled to grow crops or reshaped to build buildings on.  
This is not necessarily the case.
In fact, it is not widely appreciated that the atmospheres of many gas giant planets can serve as a perfectly hospitable environment for the growth of a human population.  Given the correct atmospheric components and a region where the average temperature and pressure fall within human tolerance levels, the only requirement is a place to stand.  Sufficiently advanced cultures have no problem with this.
Thus was born the city of Tetropolis, one of the oldest mid-atmosphere arcologies.  The word is a portmanteau of “architecture” and “ecology,
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Eve's Story, Part 1
The building at the center of the city is much bigger than it looks.  It reaches very high in the sky, but few people know just how far below the ground it goes.
Down below the street is where the robots are made.  Some call them other things, like machine people, artificials, or even manufactured citizenry, but robots is what they are.  Robots, from an old word meaning “forced labor.”  This is what they are for, and any attempt to add further meaning to their existence must necessarily build on the foundation of implied servitude.
The largest of these rooms is the main production room, where the simple components are made: legs, arms, skulls, ribs, and other skeletal components.  Also made in this room are the actuators that give motion to the robots and the pumps for circulating coolant.  The sizes vary slightly, so that not every robot is exactly the same size and shape, but they are otherwise identical.
In the ne
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Nathaniel Hicklin
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It's been a little while, but I've finally written another piece. I've mainly been busy with IRL work and plain laziness, but I've also been working on getting a book published. If you like my style and want to read about some supernatural globe-trotting adventure archaeology, check it out at the Sic Semper Serpent website. Just click on the great big banner for "The Adventures of Israel St. James." Buy my book!

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Evil-Frank Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for watching!
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kb7rky Featured By Owner Jan 11, 2016
Okay, Twentyeight...you just picked up another follower ;)

Doug (yes, *THAT* Doug from the Google Groups)
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James-MacCloude Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2014
hi and welcome back anything new in the works :) (Smile) 
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James-MacCloude Featured By Owner Aug 16, 2014
hi anything new coming up
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thgiEytnewT Featured By Owner Aug 16, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Yeah, but mostly on a semi-professional level. You can go here to check out my most recent book, The Adventures of Israel St. James, or look me up on GoodReads to find my other two. I'm currently working on ISJ 2.
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James-MacCloude Featured By Owner Aug 16, 2014
I'm working on my epic as well building toward another spinoff series I don't know yet what to call the overall work though
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Pin-upMagic Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2011  Professional Traditional Artist
Thanks for the watch!
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katharinem Featured By Owner May 19, 2008
Hi! Actually, I looked you up because we are distantly related and my grandmother told me that you are a writer. I read Eve's Story and it's very interesting so far. I especially like the idea of asking the robot its own name. Hope to see more of it soon!
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katharinem Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2008
Maybe you would know her...her name is Mary Jean Lewis. Used to be Mary Jean Winter. Ring any bells?
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thgiEytnewT Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
Not really. Oh well, I won't turn down an audience! I hope to have another few chunks of Eve's Story before too long.
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