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--from The Man From Philidelphia [Chapter Eleven]
The traveler can feel it in his bones as the weight releases itself. This is going to be a bad landing. The world outside the cage shudders violently like a dying television. The cage discharges against something, and it goes skipping along the boundary of solidity, shaking like a dry leaf in a hurricane. There's the sound of stressed metal. Then, suddenly, after no more than half a second, the cage comes to rest, at a jaunty angle in the ice some distance from the henge. The traveler blinks, and checks to make sure that he's still in one piece. Surprisingly, after an unfocused landing, all of his limbs are still attached, and nearly all of his fluids are still inside his skin.
He glances around, hoping against hope that they all died. Nope. They look a bit shaken, but basically intact. One of them starts to stand up. There's a creaking noise, and the edge of the cage rises out of the ice. The cage topples back upright with a loud clang, shaking everyone. Slowly, they stand up. The traveler slumps in the cage. His arms are bare, and the wind sinks into his exposed skin like ice water. There's snow coming down, now. In the distance, he can see men with electric lights coming across the snow towards them. The snow cuts the lights into serrated yellow blobs in the dark.
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The traveler can feel it in his bones as the weight releases itself. This is going to be a bad landing. The world outside the cage shudders violently like a dying television. The cage discharges against something, and it goes skipping along the boundary of solidity, shaking like a dry leaf in a hurricane. There's the sound of stressed metal. Then, suddenly, after no more than half a second, the cage comes to rest, at a jaunty angle in the ice some distance from the henge. The traveler blinks, and checks to make sure that he's still in one piece. Surprisingly, after an unfocused landing, all of his limbs are still attached, and nearly all of his fluids are still inside his skin.
He glances around, hoping against hope that they all died. Nope. They look a bit shaken, but basically intact. One of them starts to stand up. There's a creaking noise, and the edge of the cage rises out of the ice. The cage topples back upright with a loud clang, shaking everyone. Slowly, they stand up. The traveler slumps in the cage. His arms are bare, and the wind sinks into his exposed skin like ice water. There's snow coming down, now. In the distance, he can see men with electric lights coming across the snow towards them. The snow cuts the lights into serrated yellow blobs in the dark.
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Greetings and salutations;
Since presumably you're not blind (and if you are blind, you're probably not reading this), I assume you know who I am. This being the case, I don't feel the need to introduce myself. If you, for some strange reason, wish to know more about me, you may visit the Biography page. You will, however, probably not find it particularly helpful. Such is life.
As far as the utility of this website goes, it is essentially a tool to spread my work around and hopefully pick up a few gullible rubes (readers), willing to part with hard-earned money in exchange for piles of paper filled with the ravings of crazy people. To this end, I'm going to be releasing one short story a week, each Thursday from now into the foreseeable future.
The rest of the site is fairly self-explanatory. Visit the blog for aimless exposition on trivial topics, visit the 'writing' section for whatever I can be bothered to post, and I leave the rest to you to figure out.
Until next time,
A.
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