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Stuff

Posted on December 6, 2013 by Jim Stewart

A hanging bicycle the sleeve of a coat the chopping block by the woodpile the woodpile a motorcycle a car with no doors an unfinished model boat car doors a pile of papers on the counter a pile of papers … Continue reading →

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Three Bens and a Maybe

Posted on August 31, 2013 by Jim Stewart

It began, as adventures often do, on a regular day with normal weather. It was a Tuesday, I think, and the weather was damp and cold. Great low-hanging clouds drifted up the mountain from the ocean and ripped their bellies … Continue reading →

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Excerpt: The Talons of Quantum

Posted on August 29, 2013 by Jim Stewart

Riffhawk went to the broad open window and stared out over the valley below. He sighed deeply. Hearing a rustling behind him, he turned to see a small grey falcon emerge from his pack. She flew to his shoulder. He … Continue reading →

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Bug, You Man Me

Posted on July 10, 2013 by Jim Stewart

“Man, you bug me!” This comes at the apex of my focus and I pay it no mind. She has a history with me, sometimes special, sometimes maddening. The maddening part doesn’t involve anger. She just knows exactly how to … Continue reading →

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From: History Was, History Is, History Will Be

Posted on October 27, 2012 by Jim Stewart

It began as a joke, but swiftly escalated into an intergalactic incident the likes of which had only been seen some eleven billion times before. It was in this spirit that R.T. Alloyfibre approached his meeting with a most esteemed … Continue reading →

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