Stevie Barry
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Pocket-sized approximation of a human being. Writer, reader, photographer, gardener, and cat lady of questionable stability.
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The Sea Holds Many Things (Some of Them Are Almost Human)
The lady came out of the sea on Monday. It was sunny, so Sammie had eaten breakfast and headed down to the beach at first light. Now that she was ten, Mama was willing to let her go without an adult, as long as she stayed away from the water. It was only across the road, after all, and it wasn't like the road saw much traffic but semis, which you could hear literally a mile off on a calm day.
By Stevie Barry4 years ago in Fiction
The Storm-Dark Sea
Anatoly didn't like her. Nobody on the boat precisely liked Sharley, but most of them were merely ambivalent about her. She was the only woman on the boat, and she spoke very little Russian, so she mostly kept to herself. She was in charge of the engines, so they rarely saw her topside unless they hit a big catch and needed all the hands they could get. Even then she kept to herself, ignoring the cursing and aggravation of the others as they dealt with tangled nets and a deck made ice-slick by too many fish. Not once did she join in; she worked in silence, with tidy efficiency, dealing with all that must be dealt with before escaping back to her engine room like a ghost.
By Stevie Barry4 years ago in Fiction
Alien Soul
Even with her quasi-foresight, Sharley hadn't had nearly enough idea what she was getting herself into. Three days of peace and music, the flyer said. Fair enough. The couple she'd been traveling with the last year had wanted to go to this concert at Woodstock, and she hadn't seen any timelines where something went disastrously wrong, so she saw no reason not to.
By Stevie Barry4 years ago in Fiction
Sanitarium
Von Rached was bored. That was a rather difficult feat to accomplish, really; his curiosity was boundless, often to his patients’ detriment. However, the novelty of America had worn off, and he'd all but exhausted this facility's supply of interesting cases. Though he had a large measure of autonomy here, his freedom was not as absolute as it had been in Germany: he had, for now, to make sure his test subjects stayed alive. His position remained too new for him to utterly disregard his superiors — unless he wished to suborn the mind of every single one of them, which would be a waste of both time and energy.
By Stevie Barry4 years ago in Fiction
