E.K. Daniels
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Writer, watercolorist, and regular at the restaurant at the end of the universe. Twitter @inkladen
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Eltanin in Weligian
The town was hungry. Famine had reached its shores, and its people were in desperate need of nourishment. The moon shone down upon the muddy streets, casting shadows on the ground from the few dried crops that remained. The corn was the last to survive, leaving only landscapes of parched stalks in its wake. Weligian was desperate for relief.
By E.K. Daniels2 years ago in Fiction
Mission Unknown
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. This would be unfortunate for Turing, but thankfully, he didn’t know as much yet. Or if he did know, he didn’t seem to care. He was delightfully unaware of his future existential predicament, and for the moment was preoccupied with a speck of dust on the floor that was disrupting the symmetry on the rug beneath his feet.
By E.K. Daniels2 years ago in Fiction
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