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The Condor
(If you will)
About This Site
A writing site. With words.
About Us
Who would care? Not these guys. Some statements for you though:
- Sometimes baths appeals to us.
- The best of the animals is the musk ox.
- Once we popped a balloon full of ketchup with our hands.
- The best of the salted cured meats is the pastrami.
- Once we kicked the hood of a commercial stove, slipped, and ate it hard while a crowd watched.
- The best of the things is the space.
- There are eight of these.
- See?
We post for sure on Mondays and Fridays, basically a chapter per day.
There’s a Monday novel and a Friday novel.
We are minimally edited, which is changing.
Only we will judge you if you read both.
Anything else is a bonus homie.
last thing we posted
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- Galactically Speaking – CHAPTER TEN
Illegally, and yet somehow- as it had been explained to him- contractually, bonded to Gasocorp, James Morris sat on his new bunk. Well, ‘new’. New to him, although truthfully he’d… Read more: Galactically Speaking – CHAPTER TEN
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Galactically Speaking – CHAPTER TEN
Illegally, and yet somehow- as it had been explained to him- contractually, bonded to Gasocorp, James Morris sat on his new bunk. Well, ‘new’. New to him, although truthfully he’d never had a bunk before so it wasn’t necessarily new. It was more his…first bunk. Gasocorp discouraged using numerical descriptors in their welcoming material however,…
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Normal – CHAPTER TEN
We suspect you didn’t miss us. We hope so, anyway, given the intended dynamism of the previous few chapters. And yet, as may have been expected, we couldn’t stay away forever. Consider, if you will, the life of a survivor. By necessity something is different. Steve and Sheila, to take two examples, are not the…
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Galactically Speaking – CHAPTER NINE
Galactically speaking, religion is a deeply personal idea. A study done at the Galactic University roughly three millennia before your temporal latitude found that the fewer restrictions placed on it- and the less it was acknowledged from those considered to be “leaders”- the less people came to care on a macro level, and while nothing…
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Normal – CHAPTER NINE
It was nice on the ground: cool and solid, and it smelled fresh. Not like up in the air where it smelled like battle and growls rent the air in the gaps between shouts and gunshots. Steve liked the ground, Steve decided, and snuggled closer to it. His shoulder hurt a little, and by ‘a…
