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Thaddeus Howze's Writings

Short Story
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Apr.27.2011
Wilson Tuchman called "Tuck" by his friends, the few that were still alive sat at the bus stop and waited early on a Saturday morning. It was a warm spring morning, the kind that made you forget your aches and pain and believe the world was going about its business of being beautiful before the heat of summer baked it away. Tuck was a a tall man, easily...
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Apr.24.2011
              Our ship dropped out of the Gate inside of Mariovel space. Corvan battlefleets patrolled the area but acknowledged our IFF transponders and allowed us to continue into the starsystem. The red supergiant of the Mariovel system had two smaller red companion stars which were only visible if you knew where to look.After programming the coordinates for...
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Apr.24.2011
              It tore at her as a ravenous beast might; the hunger. She had never believed it could hurt so. Was this what it was like to be so near to dissolution? This tenuous feeling that she might be flying apart, her molecules, thinner than the gossamer she was already forced to be to feed. She was the thickness of a...
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Apr.24.2011
              Manuel Rivera woke to the blue sky of Pacifico, Chihuahua, feeling old and just a bit tired. He could see the cloudless sky from his bed and was grateful for being able to open his eyes one more day. He kissed his cruicifix, and thanked God for his blessing.               His wife, Consuela was already up making breakfast. Her breakfast smelled good...
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Sep.29.2010
The Aspect War
Ptah laughed. The sun rose over what looked like the city of Cairo. The early morning light cleared the horizon and was bright and sharp, stinging the eyes with its searing, illuminating essence. The duskiness of night, suddenly evaporated in a single moment, stark and striking. The land had an alien presence as if it were someplace else, far removed from...
Short Story
Sep.24.2010
Our world is a silent one. Not by choice, but by necessity. There can be no waste, not a breath, not a sound, not an echo. We communicate with sound but our walls recollect that sonic energy, our clothing absorb that energy and storing it for future use. Contemplation before speech; no rushing to communicate our thoughts. Telepathy is preferred. Our world is a...
Sep.22.2010
I have a problem with comic universes and science fiction storylines that offer the destruction of their universes by a single threat, no matter how powerful that threat may be. It may make for compelling storytelling in theory, but when you look at the science behind it, its just lazy storytelling. Destroying the universe is really a lot harder to do...
Short Story
Sep.18.2010
The Aspect War
  Cuculane ran. His footfalls ghost-like, his legs blurred through the undergrowth, whipping up a trail of dust, grass and leaves. The wind carried his all consuming rage, a spicy scent, as his power grew within him. He channeled that rage, into his power, for his power grew best when stoked by his fury. No day before this had ever kindled this new level of...
Short Story
Sep.03.2010
The Aspect War
Mammon ate. The greasy spoon, Max and Momma's was poorly lit with widely spaced bulbs hanging from wires on the ceiling. Each was shrouded with a greasy hood that directed light down onto a hard wood counter top that stretched nearly the length of the restaurant. The table spoke volumes with its well-worn rings where glasses sat, year after year,...
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Aug.30.2010
War laughed.  The sound was discordant with the scene of blood and eviscerated corpses all around him. The god of War stood over a battlefield and enjoyed the early morning smell of charred flesh and destruction. The bitter stench of brimstone and gunpowder wafted on the morning breeze, tingling his nostrils and reminding him of battles in other places and other...