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He sped through time and space unencumbered, warming and twisting with the splendor of the cosmos...
Bill Bradbury
Start here to read my novel Song of the Red-legged Birds! Please subscribe to get the latest installments in your inbox as I post them, it’s also the…
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The moving walkway was packed, and not a single person was walking. The crowd stared at the sky, the walls, the ground, and each other. Not a soul…
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The black timber let out an ear-piercing screech and turned to liquid, splashing to the ground and collecting into a sizzling puddle. Holly and Seamus…
Bill Bradbury
She went back into the line of enemy fire, lobbing grenades at one of the heavily reinforced gun positions. They detonated just after she took two…
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“A Center in the Boston area reported a minor incident last night. It appears that a man, that man,” he pointed to the photo of Takeda, “had a little…
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“…so the goose waddles back into the bar and says, ‘all right, I’m down.’” Shane delivered the punchline with raised eyebrows and a smile like he’d won…
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The wind twisted smoke from the chimney of the cabin into swirls against the pale blue sky. He split a log with ease, then placed another...
Bill Bradbury
Mountains aren’t born overnight, and rivers don’t appear when you blink. Great societies, traditions, and the environment change almost imperceptibly…
Bill Bradbury
“Wipe that fackin happy look off yah face, yah simple muthafucka!” Ralph said from behind the worn and weathered counter.
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Holly was halfway into her second beer in the back corner at an out-of-order Ms. Pacman tabletop game. Blue Monday by New Order filled the air with…
Her father bent down to pick up the pizza box from the sidewalk. “Chimera, apologize to the man, please. This is why I told you not to run.” Clearly…
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