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The Condor
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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.
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- Galactically Speaking – CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Malyrian winters were a brutal ordeal, a three month slog through festive sweaters and drinks made out of things that should never be turned into drinks. Melora looked away from… Read more: Galactically Speaking – CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
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Galactically Speaking – CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Malyrian winters were a brutal ordeal, a three month slog through festive sweaters and drinks made out of things that should never be turned into drinks. Melora looked away from the party, away from Bob, and thought about the son who had beat her and found comfort in the fact that at least he had…
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Normal – CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
They counted. One hundred and fifty four individual chickens now roamed- an abuse of the term- an enclosure meant for maybe thirty. Steve suddenly felt a bit like an unwilling Tyson and had an urge to unlock the gate. Surely some pressure relief was wanted, welcome, fine. But Muleman was standing there ready to dicker…
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Galactically Speaking – CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
James woke up and the first thing he saw was Dave. This was not pleasant, to the eye or to the intellect. Dave was not someone to wake up and see, and Dave was not someone to be associated with. It was for this reason that James jerked violently upright, accidentally ripped out the breathing…
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Normal – CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Sheila walked grumbily toward the mule cart. Considering what she’d just seen with the cow, she had a feeling that the egg shed was worth a look but she couldn’t bring herself to go and see what kind of mess that monster had devolved into. If Steve could get rid of half of the previous…
