The Ediad
Sing, O Muse! Or at least hum a little. They stood on the windy plain before the walled city: Odysseus, the shrewd captain; Agamemnon, tamer…
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Sing, O Muse! Or at least hum a little. They stood on the windy plain before the walled city: Odysseus, the shrewd captain; Agamemnon, tamer…
“What if?” is the essence of genre fiction. What if monsters were real? What if mankind had faster-than-light travel? What if there was a world…
If she didn’t know any better, she’d say the boy is insane. He’s standing here demanding that he knows her, but she’s never seen him…
I think I left because it was so dark and so wet. Had the night been less dreary, then perhaps I could have been more…
When my friend Pythias told me that he would go abroad for a year to trade, and asked me to swear an oath to look…
No longer to be able to trust one’s senses is such a fate that one may argue whether it is milder than the gallows: to…
A swathe of light spilled through the darkness accompanied by the raucous uproar of the drunken crowd. A silhouette cut through the saloon’s doorway, and…
Sixteen year old Teddy grabbed the black kitten and pushed her into his pocket. The oversize coat that belonged to his father and grandfather saw…
Miss sipped her coffee while a guinea fowl walked by her foot. She had wanted to do this on her trip, now the last full…
So there is a hall devoted to Precambrian life, with its Cnidarians and the Ediacarans, and here’s one all about the Ordovician Biodiversification Event. That…
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