Consider

The Condor

(If you will)

A writing site. With words.

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.

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  • Galactically Speaking – CHAPTER SEVEN

    Galactically Speaking – CHAPTER SEVEN

    Gasocorp bureaucracy is notoriously impressive. It’s been noted that executive turnover is the lowest for any company in all of recorded history, and due to the pride in stasis throughout the corporation at large the turnover rate continues to decline. It is theorized that at some point in the relatively near future the rate will…

  • Normal – CHAPTER SEVEN

    Normal – CHAPTER SEVEN

    Steve stared at the tracks before him. They shouldn’t exist, and yet they did. They shouldn’t have gone into the woods south of town, and yet they did. They shouldn’t have continued, or veered off, or led into what looked to be a militia compound with guard towers and men in trucker caps, and yet,…

  • Galactically Speaking – CHAPTER SIX

    Galactically Speaking – CHAPTER SIX

    Galactically speaking, missing persons reports are a fairly unreliable proposition. Between the limited scope of the local authorities (which vary in effectiveness), the relative incompetence of the Empire’s own forces, and the practically infinite expanse of the galaxy in which said Empire is located, the finding of persons reported as lost is an exercise which…

  • Normal – CHAPTER SIX

    Normal – CHAPTER SIX

    Sheila looked at the radio, sitting silently in the center of the dining table she and Steve had stolen from a mansion in the wealthy neighborhood just to the east. It was slightly too big for the room and absurdly heavy, but it was a perfect dining table and she’d wanted it. So they’d taken…