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CROOKED PIECES, "Throbs, Thieves, and Thearchies"
Musty...
So what else was new? Carlton
Hinder woke up with a splitting headache. He was still holding onto
the bottle of Scotch from last night. Since it was empty, his powers
of deduction concluded that his alcoholism was the source of the
headache. The cr...
Musty... So what else was new? Carlton Hinder woke up with a splitting headache. He was still holding onto the bottle of Scotch from last night. Since it was empty, his powers of deduction concluded that his alcoholism was ...
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CROOKED PIECES - "Fading Blood Ties"
    Wet,
damp air. The
rain poured out of the night sky with a pounding rage, a consistent
noise that no one could avoid. Yet, there was something about this
weather, this atmosphere of falling droplets and encumbering mist,
that casted a blanket of thick s...
Wet, damp air. The rain poured out of the night sky with a pounding rage, a consistent noise that no one could avoid. Yet, there was something about this weather, this atmosphere of falling droplets and encumbering mist, th...
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CROOKED PIECES - "Evil-isms"
  Turbine
stumbled in the club. It
was night, nine o’clock, and he was already edging his limit of
alcoholic beverages. Since the night started, he was in an aimless
mood, and he had no choice but to follow it. The club was small, lit
by a red glow that was...
Turbine stumbled in the club. It was night, nine o’clock, and he was already edging his limit of alcoholic beverages. Since the night started, he was in an aimless mood, and he had no choice but to follow it. The club was ...
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Mike Writes, Ep. 2: "Mad, Sweet Something-Nothings" - In this episode, things aren't as long as the last episode, but a quick bumbling fool is still a bumbling fool...
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Mike Writes, Ep. #1: "I Bit That Curb, And It Was A Juicy Metaphor." - Or the ramblings of a madman, talking at prerecorded, boring footage...
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Just an Introduction that will occur in each video. No biggie.
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CROOKED PIECES - "Privileged Until Proven Innocent"
  His
eyelids peeled open. The
minor action came with a particular sting and a major headache,
hitting him as soon as he saw the blurry, dank world before him.
Blake Ward tried to get up as he shook his head back to normal, for
the most part, but he soon re...
His eyelids peeled open. The minor action came with a particular sting and a major headache, hitting him as soon as he saw the blurry, dank world before him. Blake Ward tried to get up as he shook his head back to normal, f...
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CROOKED PIECES - "The Needle Game"
She
was flat. Atrophy
felt as if she had melted inside a volcano when the gravity bullets
caused her to be flattened into a paste. However, seconds into
forming back to her original state proved to be twice as taxing and
equally unpleasant: every cell expan...
She was flat. Atrophy felt as if she had melted inside a volcano when the gravity bullets caused her to be flattened into a paste. However, seconds into forming back to her original state proved to be twice as taxing and e...
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Here it is, finally. The video that's really a podcast.
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CROOKED PIECES - "A Vulnerable Constellation"
  There
was no such thing as escape. Not
to her, not in Liberty Smith’s mind. Walking a block may have taken
a minute, but it was a long minute of clenched teeth and sweaty
palms. It wasn’t that she was paranoid, it wasn’t that she was
agoraphobic, and she ...
There was no such thing as escape. Not to her, not in Liberty Smith’s mind. Walking a block may have taken a minute, but it was a long minute of clenched teeth and sweaty palms. It wasn’t that she was paranoid, it wasn’t tha...
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Just a simple welcome video.
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CROOKED PIECES - "Cruel Space"
  The
school orbited Mars. It
was called Harmonia Technical Institute, located near the Martian
moon Deimos, making its name thematically appropriate. Designed to
harness education to its fullest potential, from Pre-School straight
through College, the scho...
The school orbited Mars. It was called Harmonia Technical Institute, located near the Martian moon Deimos, making its name thematically appropriate. Designed to harness education to its fullest potential, from Pre-School str...
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3 people
Have him in circles
24 people
Wodke Hawkinson's profile photo
George Vreeland Hill's profile photo
Dan DeWitt's profile photo
Raymond Mathiesen's profile photo
Alfonzo Rachel's profile photo
Mary Theriot's profile photo
Ziad Hamrouni's profile photo
Christine Trudeau's profile photo
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Fiction Writer
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Writing imaginative, action-packed prose.
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Fiction Writer.
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I'm a certified blob, and a fiction writer. I have a blog for short stories and a serial. Also, here's my YouTube Channel... it's a thing, I suppose.
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When The World Burned - "Prologue: Singe Sonata"
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She stood there. Fire and brimstone couldn’t touch her, and the night was full of it. No one seemed to notice her but me, as the riot broke