K. Rhen Hunt
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Letters from a Small Town Wizard
Remove the following letters from general correspondence and forward them to the Department of Mystery for future investigation: J2-116A, J2-116B, and J2-116C. In addition, package J2-116D is to be held in an antimagic containment vault. Label them as low priority as the situation appears to have solved itself.
By K. Rhen Hunt5 years ago in Fiction
Escape
The terminal screen gave off a faint glow. Generations of genetic engineering, and that glow was all I needed to see the whole room, though only in shades of grey. That barely mattered. The quarters weren't different from any others. I could have navigated it blind. A bed in the back left; a table, right of the door; some chairs; a dispensary unit built into the wall by the table and the terminal on the right-hand wall. Below the terminal was the body of Resident Judk. She'd been stabbed. Her species' internal fluids had leaked out and dried. The fluids gave off a sweet smell, almost like benzene gas. From behind me, Oues spoke. Their mandibles clicked intermittently.
By K. Rhen Hunt5 years ago in Fiction
The Zax
I don’t know how long it’d been since they’d stopped chasing me. Not that it mattered, running is all I know anymore. I can’t stop now. They’ve broken me. They changed me. My mind is- wrong somehow. I have trouble focusing on any particular idea. The one thing I remember clearly is a picture book Mom used to read me, The Zax by Dr. Seuss.
By K. Rhen Hunt5 years ago in Fiction
