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Do not sit in your empty bathtub, drink wine, and listen to sad love songs. It will not make the loneliness go away. It will make you feel numb, which will be nice, but that nothingness will be tempor...

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Draft Update #2

A hand grabbed Ingrid’s shoulder from behind her, and her hand immediately balled into By blackfeatherantics https://blackfeatherantics.tumblr.com/post/164028405129/draft-update-2

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AI Wrangling

When I was growing up, if you had told me I was going to be an “AI wrangler” as an adult, I would’ve By eclecticprime https://eclecticprime.tumblr.com/post/164116727438/ai-wrangling

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It’s shaped like a flower, but hangs derelict in the dark, larger than the Home Planet. As a moon swings in place, a small sliver of silver light grows upon the station, giving it shape and texture. A...

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jamjarsthebook Jam Jars the book is coming soon

Jam Jars The Book is HERE!

The prologue and first chapter of Jam Jars have been released!

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People are annoying. Nieces most of all. This little one grew up on her parents’ smartphones and she runs up to me every time she sees me using the computer. Every time she shows up, she has just the ...

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At the ring of my iPhone, I wake up in my usual sleepy daze. You reach over me and turn it off for me because you know I have trouble getting up in the morning. I mutter something about having to get ...

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On Monday, I wondered if maybe he was punching the boy to the rhythm of the train’s syncopated beat. The boy always wore dark clothes, so I called him the crow. He was a bit of a fat crow. And on that...

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Someone in the city is about to end their life, and I’m riding a motorcycle to their home to stop them from breaking the law. It says so right there in the book. Attempt to suicide? Five years. Plus f...

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