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Nimbus: A Steampunk Novel

really liked it

Nimbus: A Steampunk Novel

Swarm

really liked it

by Lauren Carter

Finders Keepers

really liked it

Finders Keepers

by Stephen King

Pines

really liked it

by Blake Crouch

Crux

it was amazing

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Did a little urban exploring last week...it’s been awhile. Forgot how fun it can be to wander the streets in my own city...especially now that the temps are a little cooler.
#lovewhereyoulive

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The first house we bought was old. Old enough to have a narrow wood laundry door that opened to the backyard. When we moved in, the pulley system was gone along with the clothesline, but the door remained. I thought the previous owners probably took it down because nine of the twelve months in Alberta, the laundry would have frozen into a solid flat popsicle, but I could be wrong. One of the coolest things about Europe was the clean laundry hanging from balconies, second-story windows, and clotheslines pulled across doorways. I imaged that the clothes and bedding smelled of sunshine and nearby flowers. I’m not sure why, but it made me happy.
Happy Monday! #mondaymood

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Happy Friday! May your weekend be full of color...
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Amazing #streetart by @esic

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Things I remember about the day I took this photo:⁠
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my boy and me standing next to each other, taking pictures from our own points of view, wondering at the sameness and the difference of each shot.⁠
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the pulled pork bowl of goodness at the Chop Shop Urban Eatery⁠
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the walk under trees that canopied the streets⁠
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the jazz festival we went to later that evening⁠
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time spent together, taking pictures, walking, being silent or talking about life and f-stops⁠
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The Tinkerman sews the last stitch into a zipper of skin. His one-eyed goggle flashes green as his upgraded retinal lens zooms out. The bird behind him whirs and clicks its titanium beak. Through a series of the bird’s clicks and clacks, the Tinkerman’s synapsis translates the chattering into the words. “Is it finished? Have you done it?” ⁠
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The Tinkerman grasps two small paddles in his hand and thinks the 'activate' command. The paddles vibrate against the small figure on the table. Electricity sings through muscle and tissue and bone grown in the Tinkerman’s lab. A sharp cry rings out. The Tinkerman drops the paddles and backs into the bird’s copper chest. ⁠
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Another series of clicks and clacks. “Is it alive?” The bird asks. ⁠
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The Tinkerman’s system processes the frequency of sound bellowing from the small o-shaped mouth and the tightening of tiny fists. “It is alive. Yes. I made a human.” ⁠
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The giant bird chitters another series of sounds. The Tinkerman answers, “Yes, grease might stop that screeching.” But neither of them moves, their synapsis sparking with wonder. And the Tinkerman, for the first time, believes the stories of old might be true. That once, humans made machines like him and the bird. ⁠
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A mechanical guffaw escapes the Tinkerman’s voice box at the fleeting thought. No, stories were just stories made up by those who function on an outdated version of software. ⁠
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“You better start writing the manual for this thing. And get me the grease. We need to fix that noise before we make more of them.” And that, dear reader, is how Genesis 2.0 came into being.⁠
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It isn’t scary or orange but there could be a dozen witches behind the door waiting for you to knock. Go ahead, knock. Happy Halloween! •
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Things I remember about the day I took this photo:⁠
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we crossed the border to Canada an hour earlier⁠
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the air smelled like home⁠
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it was windy, fresh and cool, and exactly what we wanted⁠
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we skipped rocks in the water and wished for a moose to walk by⁠
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we guessed how much the houses on the banks would cost⁠
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we were quiet as we drove away, listening to the Tragically Hip because they sounded like home.⁠
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#watertonlakesnationalpark #canada #alberta

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I roll over on the couch. Two green eyes blink lazily at me. “I dreamed that I walked the galaxy, and wore you like a hat because you liked the view from up there. A great noise startled and rattled all around us. You clung to me, claws extended, biting through my skin made of stardust and asteroids. My dress was made of peppermint and candy cane and red licorice, but it never occurred to me to have a taste, even though my stomach (and yours) growled from hunger. A planet, one that looked like earth, flew into our orbit. Circling for what seemed like a lifetime until a giant fish jumped from the oceans, staring at us with infinitely black eyes. You hissed and pounced. And as the fish, the planet, and the galaxy unraveled around us, I woke up.” Ginger, the cat, swishes her tail and promptly falls asleep in the single ray of sun cutting through my apartment window. In this moment of feline dismissal, I grab my laptop and make an account on the dating app Jen told me about. She was right, I need to get out of the house more. A lot more.⁠
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She passes through the labyrinth of brick walls and bright markings. She speaks to no one, for she is alone with her mission. A black feather drifts across her path, carried by the breeze from vents blowing greasy smells. At the labyrinth’s heart is a dead end, a nest, a resting place for the great raven who speaks prophecies and words of wisdom. But she has no need to hear its squawking, fluted voice. Her finger is light on the dart gun’s trigger as she rounds the last corner. Here the air is musty like old books. She drops the canvas bag hanging from her shoulder and raises her gun. The sun glints off of midnight black wings as the ancient raven glides over brick walls laid by the dead. Her watch tics and tocks, the timer counting down, but the bird is gone. Some had questioned the bird’s gift of prophecy, but she never doubted. The raven knew she would come, just as it knew she would follow. She unstraps her watch and tosses it on the stray newspapers, snatches up the canvas bag, and begins to scale the wall. On the ground, the timer counts down. Six. Five. Four. She drops down on the other side of the wall and runs. Three. Two. One. Some missions have no timeline. They take as long as they take. This is what she tells herself as her feet eat up the pavement.
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