Lore

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I have 376 stories published in 5 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 170210 times and 7 of my stories have been cherry picked.

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Lore

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The beginning is a great place to start. Shame.

Lore is thrown into an explored universe with no clue as to their place within it.
All they know is that people know them and they know none of them. Instinct and 
Breadcrumbs to lead them as they attempt to piece together their life and work out how
they 
can change the future to stop the past from coming back around again.

Cornerstones of Reality.
The fire's burnt out but the frying pan is heating up. Oh dear.

With everything as it should be, new problems are quick to present themselves.
The aftermath of their previous adventures makes itself known before newer
problems pile on. Life is slowly being drained from the universe and only a
chosen few are being spared.

Collapse of Everything. 

All good things come to an end, even the universe. Ah.

Ten years of peace tainted with the worry of missing colleages and lost friends.
Things were starting to seem normal but Reality had more in store than a simple
family life on Earth. It's Murphy's law and the problems are only going to get bigger. 
Enter the endgame.

Something newish is here

My stories

Skipping the Surface of Time

Every day, a story written, memories added to life's tapestry; time marches ever onwards, it flows in one direction. To return, to travel back, a...
Cherry

A Bottled Instant

Art can exist in a vacuum but artists struggle to breathe in them. Art is temporary, fleeting, at least it is in the moment; inspiration flickers,...

Those Plasticine People

A place, there exists, a place of almost sense, a place of endlessness; time remains, a frozen lake, climate refrigerated. Under skies of blue, and...
Cherry

Grown Hopes

The road, it moves beneath the feet, each step is back and forth; endlessly chasing the future past in constant dismay of present. Dreams of a future...
Cherry

Where the Vines Fell

Roads well travelled; map like the back of the hand; different now. Time changes all, even the inanimate are not immune. Soulless structures in a...

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