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Available for pre-order on Smashwords! T'reka sighed as she put her books in order and reluctantly disposed of her former, almost-done...

Available for pre-order on Smashwords!

T'reka sighed as she put her books in order and reluctantly disposed of her former, almost-done presentations.

There would be no room for half-finished and never-to-be-finished projects on her expedition. But it still felt like she was tearing her own gizzard out.

She’d worked hard on each and every one of them… and she would never be allowed to complete them. As far as the Flock was concerned, all her contributions amounted to replicated data and that was that. Not even a footnote in the book of deeds.

It was illogical to mourn the loss of those things. Ridiculous. Possibly stupid. Those who shared the floor with her certainly let her know so.

T'reka put them carefully into a waste-bag nonetheless. Swallowed her noises of distress and upset, lest her neighbours hear and mock her again.

Of course she was ridiculous and stupid and foolhardy and illogical and irrational. She was a scientist. It was what she was best suited for and it was the best fit for her soul.

She carried the clinking bag carefully down the stairs and placed it with a whispered apology into the dumpster.

Crueller hands would have her good work, from now on.

“Spring cleaning at last, eh?” chirped Kikkiki. A student and a dancer. One of the many who lived in the small flats for economic reasons. “You do know it’s unhealthy to eat the bugs who invade your nest, right?”

“I am aware,” T'reka sang, trying to keep her voice and intonations positive. “I do not breed bugs in my home, and if I did I would certainly not be eating them.”

Kikkiki appeared to not have heard. “You scientists have the worst habits. I swear I saw one male eat a filth-bug just because it crossed his notes! No wonder you all have bad feathers and sparse plumage.”

T'reka, who kept her feathers properly groomed and released her stresses through her personal journal instead of indulging in plume-plucking, politely muttered a, “No wonder,” very coldly as she returned to her little hide-away.

She couldn’t help hearing Kikkiki mutter, “Ugh, antisocial scientists,” to the universe at large.

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NOW AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER! “Ah,” he said. And, “Hm.” Shuffle shuffle shuffle. “Camouflaged base camp....

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“Ah,” he said. And, “Hm.” Shuffle shuffle shuffle. “Camouflaged base camp. Camouflaged hide. Camouflaged clothing?”

“All the better to avoid any predators, should they be present,” she sang.

“Mrrmmph…” shuffle shuffle. “Hu'lu'a is sending most of this nonsense anyway. For science,” pronounced, something hated I must tolerate for the greater good. “We will deploy the basics and send clean food by drone. You will record

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Challenge #00708 - A343: Generations Ago...

T’reka is regaled by tales of the Emu War…by smarter-than-expected emus.

[AN: This has to be a descendant of the original T'reka the Inquisitive]

She had found them fascinating on her trip to the famously dangerous Australia of Earth. And they found her fascinating, too.

When she discovered that they had a language… That was the most interesting thing to cause T'reka the Questioner to extend her stay.

Central-Australian Emus were intelligent.

“Ah nah, we’re not

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Real talk time, people. This short story? The very first Amalgam Universe story I ever wrote? It’s going to get unpublished,...

Real talk time, people.

This short story? The very first Amalgam Universe story I ever wrote? It’s going to get unpublished, soon.

Why?

Well, because I’m trying to get it published on the pro circuit. I’m waving it at all kinds of sci-fi magazines, and having it already out on Smashwords means that some publications won’t take it.

I already can’t look at some publications because they won’t take previously

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Get the complete Hevun’s Child trilogy at Smashwords! Join Sahra Johnston in her daring escapades, endeavouring to gain freedom for...

Get the complete Hevun’s Child trilogy at Smashwords!

Join Sahra Johnston in her daring escapades, endeavouring to gain freedom for herself and for her people, enslaved under the tyrannical claw of the Majestrix Tarqa of the Tu'att. Thrill at her narrow escapes. Marvel at her alien friends. And share in her ultimate victory.

You can own three books for the price of two!

ACT NOW!

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COMING SOON! I’ve nearly finished editing, dear readers, and I am going to attempt to break this one up into chapters. Something...

COMING SOON!

I’ve nearly finished editing, dear readers, and I am going to attempt to break this one up into chapters. Something I’m admittedly not very comfortable with.

I just need to hurry my beta-readers up a smidge.

Fingers crossed, I get this out for the yuletide rush!

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Challenge #00700 - A335: One Dead Hour at Unsuitable Food

[AN: Image shows a table of Uncommon But Useful Conversions. The list runs thus:

Time between slipping on a peel and smacking the pavement: 1 Bananosecond
Two monograms: 1 Diagram
Ratio of an igloo’s circumference to its diameter: Eskimo Pi
1 kilogram of figs: 1 Fig Newton
Basic unit of laryngitis: 1 Hoarsepower
1000 aches: 1 Kilohurtz
Time it takes to sail 220 yards at 1 nautical mph: Knot-furlong
365.25 days of drinking less-filling low-calorie beer: 1 Lite Year
1

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Challenge #00699 - A334: Community Service

(Inspired by one of your older works)

A “What, Ho!” scene.

[AN: For those unfamiliar with the topic, check out my fanfic Misfits]

The cogniscent tree people of Kumonjagotabijokin had a very peculiar life cycle. For a start, they planted the fruit of the Elder Trees and raised the resulting sproutlings as their own.

And, unfortunately for Aerin, crash landings did not come with tourist pamphlets. The world was pre-industrial and definitely pre-spaceflight, so common etiquette decreed the entire world be left

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Challenge #00698 - A333: Rituals of Nerditry

A “Hu’s on first” routine

OR

A “The bowler’s Holding” moment

Two humans, both wearing suits, stood on the otherwise empty stage.

“Heeeeeey, Abbott,” said the smaller one.

“Yes, Costello?” said Abbott.

“I hear you made captain of the local neighbourhood baseball team.”

“That’s correct. I did. I’m rather proud.”

“I’d like to know the names of some of the guys on your team, so

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Challenge #00696 - A331: Hence the Canary

Image prompt: FWOOM

[AN: Image shows a younger person lighting gas at ceiling level using a match on a stick while an older person watches]

Of all the weird scavengers Lynn the Hitcher ever met, Barstow had to take the cake. It wasn’t just that Barstow kept canaries in their own aviary on her patchwork ship. It was also that she had an entire hold dedicated to pressurised air.

“I’m claustrophobic,” Barstow confessed. “Lifesuits freak

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Challenge #00693 - A328: Human Foodstuff Transit

Marmite.

Normally, M'riik loved living and working on a relatively small station. It was peaceful and the views were always amazing. But there were times, like now, when living and working on a relatively small station was a pain in the anatomy.

The freighter had diverted from its logged course because of engine trouble, which meant paperwork and a freight inspection to make sure nothing was going to escape while the two vessels shared air.

Normally, a vacuum-sealed cargo hold would go

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Challenge #00690 - A325: The Treasure

A Gyiik discovers the food Elvis ate.

Vic reached hungrily for the cellulose sheet.

“Ut,” said the Archivaas Tiel, drawing it back to her body. “Payment first. I know how you Gyiiks get with new recipes. I learned after the first time.”

“My apologies,” Vic the Gyiik began to lay out her money. “Two Months plus hazard pay… and a voucher card for two Years’ worth of free meals at Unsuitable Food Eat.

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Challenge #00689 - A324: In Peril

Always remember, if you can see it it already knows you are there.

Good news, this alien rock had enough breathable air to make resource gathering less of a problem.

Bad news, resource gathering was going to happen from the ground up. Literally.

Good news, the edible flora and fauna were easily identifiable.

Bad news… there was a human in the area.

Like K'tole, the human had landed here because of its plentiful resources very close to the surface. And all

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Challenge #00688 - A323: Benevolent Anarchy

Just for shits and giggles, a Greater Deregulation that lives up to the name. Total meritocracy, ‘I don’t care what you do as long as you stay the Hell off my property’. In other words, a GD where ‘profit’ is equated not just to ‘money’, but also ‘personal freedom’. In other words, less Republican, more Libertarian.

Welcome to Greater Deregulation Nor-Northwest. No freeloaders.

Kell the Hitcher helped unload the cargo. This was as far as the freighter captain would take her.

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Challenge ##00682 - A317: Strange Camouflage

Pic prompt!

[Picture shows a tree that has grown around some war debris. The most prominent piece resembles a stick insect.]

It was another ghost world. Cheryl hated ghost worlds. There was always a chance, a slim and gut-wrenching chance, that there were survivors, somewhere far away from the relics of past civilisation. Bombed back to the stone age. Or further.

Nomadic gatherer-hunters were hard to find with orbital scanners.

There weren’t many buildings standing, any more. Forests had come

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