writing
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I recently went back through my old short stories from a couple years ago (I’m waiting on beta readers to get back to me on my debut novel), and realized there were many grammatical errors, spelling mistakes, and sentences that just didn’t make sense. I’ve gone through and cleaned it up, and I really hope…
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Jorin was adrift. His small vessel, Das Luos, had slipped off course when an asteroid storm, violent and unexpected, tore through the void. The storm was a maelstrom of cosmic debris, each rock a potential death sentence for his fragile ship. One particularly large asteroid struck with a force that felt like the universe itself…
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The city of Mechanica was a masterpiece of precision, constantly filled with the rhythm of gears. Towering spires of brass and steel rose into a sky filled with low-hanging clouds, the exteriors alive with rotating cogs and the hiss of steam vents. Cobblestone streets wound through the districts below where everything was powered by clockwork…
The Mythmaker's Notebook 