Bailey Bainbridge

Joined November 2024

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PREFACE So, you’ve found yourself in front of a dimensionally interlocked multi-parable idiosyncratic engine and the cheeky thing’s started ticking and counting down ominously in a language you’re pretty sure isn't from Earth.
By Bailey Bainbridgeabout 7 hours ago in Fiction
Instinct
“Good evening David. I am glad to see you’re awake.” “Where am I…?” “You do not remember. Perhaps the impact to your head has produced a fault in your memory. Shall I run a brief synaptic test?”
By Bailey Bainbridgeabout 8 hours ago in Fiction
Would You Like To Start Again?
It was easier than I remembered. The billowing winds that had once forced me to pull my cloak tight around my chest were gentler than they had been the last time I was here, nor did the setting sun didn’t sap my strength as quickly as it once had, though I could attribute that to being more prepared this time around.
By Bailey Bainbridge6 months ago in Fiction
Children of the Sun. Runner-Up in The Life-Extending Conundrum Challenge.
It was a perfect day. The cerulean sky above was completely cloudless and the late morning sun burned bright above; the wind was calm, little more than a gentle breeze. Behind me, I could hear the sounds of brunch being served over by the hotel’s opulent outdoor dining area; the clinking of silverware and soft, indecipherable speech dotted with superficial laughter.
By Bailey Bainbridge9 months ago in Longevity
Cure for the Bitter Cold. Runner-Up in The Moment That Changed Everything Challenge.
The bitter cold. Agni didn’t have a word for it. Not yet anyway. He didn’t have any words at all, just the harsh, guttural intonations shared between his tribe that had yet to be given any definitive meaning. But now, Agni was alone. Even if the tribe had developed any words, it wouldn’t have mattered. There was nobody to talk to now.
By Bailey Bainbridge12 months ago in The Swamp
Lifeblood. Runner-Up in Fantasy Prologue II Challenge.
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. The people of Porto Vera noticed immediately, of course. How could they not? The River Valas, as it was called in the ancient tongue, ran straight through the city like a spiderweb, splitting off into a thousand canals that criss-crossed the many districts of regal Porto Vera.
By Bailey Bainbridgeabout a year ago in Fiction