Dean Floyd
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Dean Floyd tailors wild tales, tethered to other worlds, but anchored in ours.
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Guardians of the Galaxy is back. But not how you think…
You turn on your favorite streaming service and begin the dreaded search. What are you going to watch? You’ve watched everything that smacks your taste buds just right, but you’re hoping that maybe, just maybe, they’ve added something new. You know this search could waste precious minutes, even hours.
By Dean Floyd5 years ago in Geeks
Blueback Flight
1 -Blueback Vaughn Skagg distracted himself with imagining all the things he could buy with his dragon hunt earnings. A blade with an ice enchantment. No, a fire-enchanted dagger. Perhaps a cloak of gliding. Why, he could even hire a journeyman mage as a business associate and traveling companion. But if he was realistic he needed a steed of his own.
By Dean Floyd5 years ago in Fiction
Superhero Talkshow
[Commercial Break 1] Skycam 1 hovered over the clapping, smiling audience, gliding down until it rested on the well lit stage where the host laughed at an inside joke with his guests. “Welcome back to the show. I’m your host, Tony Cantrell, and in case you're just joining us, we’ve been speaking with our city’s infamous hero, Greyscale.” Tony paused while an applause erupted, flashing the camera a toothy smile before continuing. “Greyscale claims that his arch nemesis, Dr. Chromatic, kidnapped his son, who had just taken up the mantle of Greyscale’s new sidekick, Pitfall. He claims that Dr. Chromatic took his son last summer, and in the time since, the Dr. has allegedly brainwashed Pitfall making him think he is not our fabled super hero's sidekick.
By Dean Floyd5 years ago in Fiction
The Atrament Summons
My greatest regret is not destroying the accursed atrament wardrobe sooner, for the children’s sake, and my sanity. Having lost both parents, the piteous children came to live with me, their great uncle. Naturally I was remiss, having never fathered children myself. The only love of my life died ere I could propose to her. In bitterness, I swore off fanciful romanticism as childishness, whilst my immediate family produced children, who grew and produced children themselves. Two boys and two girls, to be exact.
By Dean Floyd5 years ago in Horror
Star Sleeper
-1- “No, please. I have not been backed up into the cloud. Spare me.” The bot’s voice quivered despite the monotone drawl of its basic programming. Sparks falling from Shakkurru’s ignited pulse blade pinged off the bot’s metallic exterior like synthchimes.
By Dean Floyd5 years ago in Fiction
