“Out the water! Wind me up no more. Off home with you, thrall, pathetic thing! Hey wretch, I’ll send a singeing spear. That’ll wet your whiskers with blood.” “You are kidding me?” “No, seriously, word for word. He always spoke like that, all poetic and fancy. I’m lucky old Hjorleif was such a terrible shot.”…
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This is my retrocomputing, micro and flash fiction site. A place for me to document stuff, write and to put down random story ideas as they come to me. The intention is they will be fully formed true micro/flash fiction pieces with a start, middle and end. The site is intentionally left very simply and…