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Surprise! New ideas strike at the oddest times; mainly when I'm already working on four stories. So here it is, thrown up from my brain to your eyes.

Now to be honest, I'm not sure what tags apply here. It seems to qualify for a few, but really doesn't. I don't know, but it'll be interesting I suppose. Story starts right off, enjoy.

Copyright Nagrij 2013.

Room in Hell chapter 8.

As promised, better late than never, room in hell 8, where we answer such burning questions as "what do cops do for fun?" and "what do cops watch while at home to unwind?"

Once again, standard disclaimers apply, I don't know you or the people you know, or the people those people know.
So I'm not reading your mind and stealing your thoughts.

And now, for the bad news.

The bad news is that I am mourning the death of a very important member of my family...my computer, affectionately referred to as "the beast." He was an old laptop, 7 years aged, or 700 in computer years, and his presence will be missed.

What this means though, is that since I am basically borrowing pc's for the foreseeable future, updates will be spotty.

On a possibly related note, I've noticed many of the more experienced authors on here are also on kindle. How hard is that to achieve, really? I've been working on a little gem of a story for a bit over a month...it's nearing completion and I'm kind of hoping it'll pay for a new beast.

It sucks being poor.

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Vagrants chapter 1.

Alright, so here we are again. For those of you waiting on Room in hell chapters, you may freely curse certain individuals on this site. You see, I was banging one out, all happy and content...but then I came here to read a few comments and motivate myself.

That is where the problems began; you see my muse was reading over my shoulder. So when I read a few comments that stated how rare space
operas were on this site...my muse was reading it too, and now she won't leave me alone! I was even writing one before (though none of you know it yet) and she still insisted!

Then she did it again when I read another post stating that SF fiction can't really be mixed well with proper science! She's determined I try both! She's crazy! A pox on all your houses with love, Nagrij.

P.S. enjoy, and if you can tell me which two story universes influenced this writing I'll give you internet cake. Maybe ice cream too.

A personal history of mutation side story; the P.G.A.

Surprise! Just when you thought it was safe...

Anyway, this little blurb has been in the back of my mind and hard drive for months, I debated releasing it...but what the heck, I'm a bit of a story purist, and Min is getting kind of loud again.

So here it is, standard disclaimers apply and all that.

Room in Hell chapter 6.

Chapter six...let's see how this goes. Standard disclaimers apply of course. I would love all sorts of comments and criticism this time too,and so would the evil overlords that rule in the dark corners and bowers of man's domain. (get where I stole that line from right for internet rewards.)

Special thanks to the letter 5, the hounds of tindalos, and the person who messaged me over a perceived mistake for 3 days.
We may have literally argued the same point using different words, but I appreciated your attempts to set me straight.

Room in Hell chapter 4.

So here we are again; standard disclaimers apply. And now for a public service announcement.

*holds up a kitten*
My muse has convinced me...that lack of comments de-motivates her. Her whip is put away, and she is pouting.So please, tell me what you like, hate, or are ambivalent about. Tell me I suck. But please, write responses.( I mean really, nothing written in response to a villain idea so old and cliched it has been made into a sy fy movie of the week...multiple times?)

Save small furry creatures from the wrath of the voices in my head.

Thank you.

Room in Hell chapter 1.

Surprise! another Halloween themed story from me, seems my muse hates my guts or something. This is a series of another world of mine, something just a bit left of center from where we are. Standard disclaimers apply. This one is just a touch dark, and likely to get darker, but hopefully it'll be interesting enough.

The clothes make the man.

So here it is, my submission for the contest. Any similarity to other persons alive or dead is purely coincidental, as is any similarity to other stories. Hopefully I've done my favorite month justice.

Fair warning this is a work of horror, featuring some strong language and mildly suggestive scenes...not your cup of tea, don't read it.

Here there be dragons.

So here I am again. My muse and the other voices in my head are fickle, evil people, and aside from my Halloween contest story
won't allow me a moment of peace till I write this. So here it is, inflicted upon you to show you all that I am in fact, still alive. Standard disclaimers apply of course.

A new epic (and I do mean that in the true sense of the word) whateley style.

A personal history of Mutation, or How I spent my teen years. chapter 7.

So here we are again; this one was a slog through a muddy field, it took some diligence to complete, because Fu is sitting on one side, Min on the other, and both are screaming in an ear. It's done though - expect ch4 of my other tale soonish.

But for now, its chapter 7, or as I refer to it; School dayZ. (That's school day Z...its a video game, look it up if you dare.)

A personal history of mutation side story: Ricky

I'm not dead, I promise! This one was like pulling teeth, despite appearances. Here we go with the the original, planned side stories...my intent was to write these all so they caught up with each other, but I realized that it would take far longer than I wanted, plus I had a few issues.

So..I present to you the first chapter in Ricky's story, feel free to enjoy the slight differences in perspective
(that was my intent) and if you would, respond to this informal poll if you would. Should I release the other chapters like this, or should I ball them up like I wanted to? the wait for new chapters is in your hands!

Once again, standard disclaimers apply.

Archetypes chapter 1

Now we get to why chapter 6 of my other tale was a bit late. I debated over how to do this, and finally decided this was the best way. Surprise!

Now to the serious part. I've no idea how it works for other writers (though I have my suspicions) but for me...I hear voices; my muse brings them to me, and they yell in my ear. Min's voice was the most insistent to start with, finally leading me to actually post/publish a story for the first time in years...but min isn't the only voice my muse brings to me. Now that Min has quieted down a little, I can hear the other voices my muse is tormenting me with.

The next most insistent voices are, another Whateley academy story, and this; what I call the ballad of Fu. The other Whateley story I hesitate to even start, as it's dark. Way too dark. So dark it makes a black hole look as bright as the sun dark. I might eventually write it but...dark. Yeah.

So that brings us to this. I thought to myself, if every other writer here has their own universe(it seems), why can't I? So sit back, relax, drink a beer, and enjoy. (note, I am not much for front side exposition in a story, so if you ask what's different about this universe compared to ours, you'll get your answers, just not immediately.)

A personal history of Mutation, or How I spent my teen years. chapter 6.

I'm still here! Just hit a snag or two with real life. So, once again, usual disclaimers apply, and in this episode, we answer those burning car questions no one cares about.

A personal history of Mutation, or How I spent my teen years. chapter 5.

Chapter 5 already! what has it been, a month? I'm on fire! Once again, standard disclaimers apply, I don't know you or the people you know, so any similarities are coincidence. In this chapter....the dreaded testing.

A personal history of Mutation, or How I spent my teen years. chapter 3.

Here we are again. I disclaim of course, and I think you all for your patience.

Now in this installment, we answer those burning questions...about baseball.

A personal history of Mutation, or How I spent my teen years. chapter 2.

And here we are, a bit later than I'd like. Now, in this episode, we answer the question: Do you even lift, bro?

Standard disclaimer rules apply. I don't really know you, nor do I know anyone you might know...so any similarity to such persons, alive or dead, fictional or not, are purely coincidental.

Thank you for all the feedback, I love you all, in a totally platonic way.

A personal history of Mutation, or How I spent my teen years. chapter 1.

OK, here we are again; except this time, I get to declaim!This is fiction, any similarities to any persons, places, thoughts, craziness or any other such things are purely coincidental; once again thanks to Erin for the remarkable restraint in putting up with what amounts to a crazy drunk banging on your front door, spouting half understood gibberish.

A personal history of Mutation, or How I spent my teen years.

This is a sandbox I've wanted to play in for quite awhile...but never has a story burned me so badly before; So, without further ado, my first story post anywhere.
Please be gentle, and forgive me if I screw something up somehow.
Anyway prologue first, and we will see how any reviews, formatting, or toe stepping goes.

 

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