Lore

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I have 325 stories published in 3 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 110339 times and 2 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

Let it go

“I sense greatness.” Varkral was way too close for comfort. “You have all been touched by a higher power and as a result, you carry some of that with...

The Ripple Effect

“Time is fickle.” Varkral slammed the book to the table. “Our universes are so very different yet share more than a few commonalities. That asteroid...

The Present Past

Rolling green hills. Dirt paths. The only constant were the stars above. Everything else looked as though it belonged in the pages of the history...

The First Step

“No, absolutely not!” Char looked to her family, both members of which were looking back at her with wide, and well-rehearsed, puppy dog eyes. “He’s...

Jumping off point

Cramped meeting space. The kitchen wasn’t meant for that many adults but it was the only suitable place in the house given that it had started to...

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