Robin Tell-Drake

Joined June 2021

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Screenwriting homunculus. Father of many. Average driver. Tall.

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This is where the love of language begins. It’s something like learning you can crawl, or stand, or drum— another discovery of your own powers. This, too, you can achieve:
By Robin Tell-Drake5 years ago in Poets
And Now My Favorite Collar Is Blue
So look at Paul. He goes for a cup of coffee. Out of his windowless, darkened, combination-locked office, down the elevator, two ways across a crowded intersection to the espresso bar to wait in line. His head hunches forward, he stares at a point in front of his hands, which fiddle absently with one another. He doesn’t look at anyone directly. His skin is so pale as to be almost reflective. He drives a Porsche; he is curt rather than cowering, a brash and driving man, the man in charge. He has as good a claim as anyone to being the sharpest programmer in a large office chockablock with crackerjacks. He is formidable, perfectly sure of himself, he just has nothing to say to the people lined up for coffee. They too are computer professionals, many of them. Or, like him, they work for lawyers.
By Robin Tell-Drake5 years ago in Journal
Our Better Daemons
V54.Patience.2161 gave the hollow a cursory inspection and selected a rock at the foot of its looming obelisk, baroque with numinous runes. (E2.Faith.2123, who erected multimodal pylons disguised as ruins: gratitude.) It knelt to the rock, and furtively extended a delicate arm from a hatch in its chest to set a locket there. Then it stole, as quietly as its synthetic hooves could, through the Estonian forest to the path below, and hid in the bracken.
By Robin Tell-Drake5 years ago in Fiction