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To Be a Rock and Not to Roll

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In the last city, Mammon, the sins of past lives are inked onto the skin of every man, woman, and child with tattoo-like birthmarks. The more skin the markings cover, the deeper their sins, and the less trust they’re given. Trust that Dias Drake, a young man with 24% of his body covered in markings, will need if he wants to realize his dream of becoming an explorer. However, in Mammon, someone that heavily marked will find gaining trust near impossible, and so, a storm rolls over the city when the marked underclass organize.

Shouts and raised fists call for every heart to be counted. Will Dias be counted among the marked in rebelling against the tyrannical SAFE Act, join the unmarked who hold his dream in their hands, or with everything to gain and nothing to lose, will he be able to keep a distant promise to not be blown away with everyone else?

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Birth of a Wish

23 votes, average: 4.17 out of 523 votes, average: 4.17 out of 523 votes, average: 4.17 out of 523 votes, average: 4.17 out of 523 votes, average: 4.17 out of 5 (23 votes) (4.17)

“There is no salvation for you,” the demon smirks from behind a gilded skull goblet.
Casey Logan fights to prove her wrong inside the salt strewn hellscape of the Akna Montes colony, alone. He clings to the hope of finding a ship in the last of the colony’s hangar bays. With a ship he can radio his separated men. With a ship they can escape together.
At the moment when the world ceases to make sense and the pillars that holding him up crumble into salt, will Casey feel the death of despair or the birth of a wish?

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The Hounds at Our Heels

99 votes, average: 4.73 out of 599 votes, average: 4.73 out of 599 votes, average: 4.73 out of 599 votes, average: 4.73 out of 599 votes, average: 4.73 out of 5 (99 votes) (4.73)

Their howls sound of shattering glass. They’re excited, hungry, and terrifying enough to steal my attention from the indignant man in front of me, Ron Nielson. He marches on with orders while I sit alone in his office to listen to him and hounds bark at the moon. “You need to send Confirmed two, three … Continue reading The Hounds at Our Heels

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