By Robin de Voh on 2017-10-24
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nanoprep, scifi, apocalyptic
He flipped the switch and the primary oxygen systems whizzed back into life. He flipped another and the backups sputtered and stopped. The bimonthly maintenance had become so routine he hardly had to think about it anymore. He pushed off and floated through the corridor, past the pictures of those who had come before him.
There were the pictures of his own crew, 4 of them, all looking happy. They had just arrived at the International Space Station and everyone was excited to finally be out here. For him it had been the 3rd time in space, but for the rest it had been their first stay at this home away from home planet. There had been a giddy atmosphere that he'd been happy to join in on.
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By Robin de Voh on 2017-10-23
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nanoprep, contemporary, fantasy
Larry shot a fireball from his hands, which would have smacked her right in the face, had she not dodged out of the way just in time. She was floating a few yards above the ground and still had complete control over it, something he was hoping was not the case.
He was hiding behind a car and was thankful for this fight happening in a car park. At least there were enough places to hide.
A bolt of electricity shot his way. Middle-aged as he was, he dodged more by accident than on purpose, as he tried to move deftly to the side but found himself tripping over a metal beam. He slammed down on the ground, and a searing pain shot through his back.
Fucking dilapidated car park, he corrected his previous happiness about the location.
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By Robin de Voh on 2017-10-22
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nanoprep, creepy, writing
"They rejected it?" Henry said, almost sounding interested.
"You heard me, they said it was derivative and done before. Better, at that," Aria said, almost sounding angry.
"Well, that sucks, babe. But maybe now you'll have time to help me pick out the floor for the work room," he said with a faint smile.
She got up abruptly, stared him in the eyes and turned around with a huff. She went up the stairs and into her work room. He was left confused, but switched the sound on the television back on and sat back to watch.
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By Robin de Voh on 2017-10-21
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jerry, coffee, nanoprep, saga, rebecca
This is part 4 of the Coffee Saga, find the rest here.
Jerry looked at his empire and saw that it was good. He adjusted his hat and sighed a sigh of utter content. It had been a long time since he'd been truly happy. His worker bees were busy keeping everything running smoothly, obviously because of his instructions. But it hadn't always been this good.
Jerry had a habit, you see, an addiction. Coffee was his lord and master, and he was its eager slave.
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By Robin de Voh on 2017-10-21
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jerry, coffee, saga, rebecca
Author's Note: Coffee is an old story, probably written in 2008, I think. I rewrote it a little, taking out some bits that I now feel were insensitive and taking out a lot of adjectives. This is the one that started the Jerry Saga.
This is part 1 of the Coffee Saga, find the rest here.
"Oh my..." Jerry said softly, with a cooing quality in his voice he reserved for moments where he really approved of something. He held the cup with both hands and with single-minded attention sniffed the fumes coming from it. "Oh... my..." he repeated after a meaningful pause.
You see, Jerry loves coffee. And not in the general sense. One could quite factually state that Jerry's interest in coffee borders on an obsession. A very persistent one at that, as he's been a coffee 'aficionado' for as long as he himself cares to remember. He has a specific flavor for every day of the week, one specifically for every holiday and a very special blend only to be used on his birthday. Jerry's walk-in closet isn't filled with clothes, but is filled with an almost limitless variety of coffee.
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By Robin de Voh on 2017-10-20
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nanoprep, scifi, apocalyptic
He kept his mouth shut and braced himself against the wind. The dust storm was howling around him and had come up suddenly enough that he hadn't been able to find a place to hide from it.
He cursed the wind for ripping away his bandana, making breathing much harder than it had to be. The dust clogged his nostrils and he had to hide his face in his coat and unclog them from time to time.
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By Robin de Voh on 2017-10-19
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nanoprep, scifi, vickers
They had paid him well, Vickers thought, and the job seemed easy enough. Go out to a planet that was both recently discovered and deemed to be too far for human colonization. Run some tests, look around and find out what it's like. It was supposed to be earth-like in atmosphere and gravity. Rather dry, he thought as he looked at it through his view finder.
He strapped himself in tight and engaged the atmospheric entry subroutine. He had arrived, after a year of solo travel.
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By Robin de Voh on 2017-10-18
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nanoprep, personal, creepy
She looked at the painting and wondered how it had gotten there. Not the painting itself, this was a museum, it wasn't interesting to her how it had gotten here. But according to the card on the wall, this painting was completed in 1564, after 3 years of work. It showed a town square, peasants going about their business.
But how had Pieter Bruegel known her face, let alone her husband's, and why were they in this centuries-old painting?
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By Robin de Voh on 2017-10-17
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nanoprep, fantasy
He walked through the town's main street and felt everyone looking at him. They didn't like his kind in these parts and he knew it. It wasn't just the color of his skin, it was what it stood for to them. In their ass-backwards minds, he was inherently aggressive, simple-minded and difficult to control. Old ideas that had never been relevant.
It didn't matter that he was of mixed race. The part of him that wasn't like them was the only part they really saw. And they hated it.
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By Robin de Voh on 2017-10-16
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nanoprep, personal
Andrew sat down on the bench and sighed. The evening was cool but not cold, the stars in the sky invisible due to the light pollution caused by the buildings around the park. A shame, he thought, he would've enjoyed staring at the stars for a bit.
Not a good night, he thought solemnly. He sighed again and looked at his phone. No missed calls, no messages, nothing.
She wasn't going to contact him today.
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