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The Condor
(If you will)
About This Site
A writing site. With words.
About Us
Who would care? Not these guys. Some statements for you though:
- Sometimes baths appeals to us.
- The best of the animals is the musk ox.
- Once we popped a balloon full of ketchup with our hands.
- The best of the salted cured meats is the pastrami.
- Once we kicked the hood of a commercial stove, slipped, and ate it hard while a crowd watched.
- The best of the things is the space.
- There are eight of these.
- See?
We post for sure on Mondays and Fridays, basically a chapter per day.
There’s a Monday novel and a Friday novel.
We are minimally edited, which is changing.
Only we will judge you if you read both.
Anything else is a bonus homie.
last thing we posted
For Blind clickin’
- Galactically Speaking – CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Galactically speaking, piracy is a problem. Not in an abstract, theoretical way but rather in an absolutely practical sense. It is a daily occurrence in every single system that has… Read more: Galactically Speaking – CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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Galactically Speaking – CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Galactically speaking, piracy is a problem. Not in an abstract, theoretical way but rather in an absolutely practical sense. It is a daily occurrence in every single system that has days, which is to say that it is a daily occurrence literally everywhere. The levels of piracy are varied of course but you can rest…
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Normal – CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Sheila heard a sharp yelp from Steve as he probably bumped his shoulder on the doorframe of the bathroom. He did it every time. She wondered briefly whether or not she had subconsciously taken him to that bathroom for that reason, but dismissed it as unlikely given the longer distance to the other bathroom. Plus…
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Galactically Speaking – CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The still night air of Malyria completely failed to tousle Melora’s hair as she stood and stared at the dead pine in her backyard. The thing barely cast a shadow. It had been planted as part of a shrine when she and her original husband had moved in, but after she’d killed him the thing…
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Normal – CHAPTER THIRTEEN
At first, Steve didn’t understand that the brilliant white curtain settling in over his vision was anything to be concerned about. He was, after all, in a bathroom. Then he remembered the one in which he sat was a muted green and his nausea reflex caught up with the shredded remains of his nervous system.…
