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Video game, collab fiction and Mike Williams

Hey y’all small update and stuff.

I know I haven’t posted anything in a loooong time. The very good reason for this is that I’ve been focusing on writing in my native language, which is not English. It’s really great to write in a language where I can express myself more freely and am a 285% better writer.

My video game The Cursed One Part I is soon closing beta testing, and I will implement the reported bugs. Most of them have already been fixed, so that’s great. I look forward to being able to publish it online, I’m still considering which platform to use, but it will still be free to play though. If you’re interested in the project you can read more at thecursedone.com and if you want to be a beta tester, you can read more here.

At the moment I’m running a small fun thing on the Fediverse, a choose your own adventure but in collab mode. After each small bit I make a poll on what to do next, and everyone can vote and decide. I have nothing planned, nothing scheduled, I impro it as we go – it’s fun, it’s short, it’s flash fiction collab. I truly like these small interactions with others – I find it to be very lonely to be a writer most of the time.

I’m planning to collect all 10 chapters of Mike Williams into a pretty tablet friendly PDF – still need to get them proof read, but I’ve made a pretty cool front page.

Wow, look at that front page!

Take care out there!

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Chapter 10: Not a chance

Mike Williams series: A courtroom drama in space

Mike Williams saw his life flash before his eyes, quite literally. The big screen behind him showed a slideshow of pictures from his life. Right from his first moments as a red-faced baby, to his childhood and now it was showing awful teenage pictures. The entire United Galaxy Council stared at him in a diaper, him missing his first tooth, him skinny and pimpled with a goofy smile. Lay’tek broke the silence.

“We chose Mike Williams for a reason. This is his life. He hates Mondays, he likes to have a beer with his friend, to tend to his garden. He has a pretty forgettable face, he’s never won anything in his life, he’s not smart or powerful. In fact, Mike Williams is one of the most boring and average humans on Earth. This is why we chose him, this is the rules: We choose an average citizen to reflect a specie.”

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Crow offended

One cold and windy night the crow shouted at the trees.

“Why are you all dressed up in those pretty red and yellow colors? Who are you trying to impress with those small and revealing leaves?”

And the trees shivered and whispered back with suppressed expectations.

“Winter is coming.”

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Is there such a thing as too polite?

Is there such a thing as too polite?

When Sandra entered her room after taking a shower, she discovered two things. For one, she wasn’t alone in her room and secondly, she had left her dirty panties on the floor. On the tip of her bed, touching as little of it as possible, sad a man in a beige suit that was slightly too big. Sandra screamed and clutched the towel closer around her.

“Oh, I am terribly sorry to disturb you like that!” the man said as he sprung to his feet. “Auch. Please stop throwing belongs at me.”

“GET OUT OF MY HOME!” She screamed, throwing a scented candle at him.

“Again, terrible sorry, but – auch- that is simply not possible.”

“I’m gonna call the police, you psycho!”

“I’m afraid that won’t do you any good. See, I can’t leave the house without your soul.”

Sandra stopped with her phone in her hand and looked at the shy man.

“What?”

He drew the tip of his shoes around the carpet and kept his gaze low.

“I am, you could say, a ahem, a reaper of souls. So to speak. I’m sorry if this is an inconvenient time for you. I will turn around so you can get dressed.”

“You will do no such thing, you perverted intruder. Look at me when I’m talking to you!” The man made a small jump in his big suit and looked at her as if it took tremendous courage to do so.

“You are not taking my soul, do you hear me? It’s mine and I’m using it. So get out of here. Right now.”

He ran his fingers nervously through his dark blond hair before answering.

“Well, that’s not… That’s not how it works. Your… Your time is up. One might say. And it is erh my job to- to collect your soul.”

Sandra opened her drawer and picked some clean underwear.

“No.”

“Excuse me? No what?”

“Just no. I’m not going. Neither is my soul.” She dropped the towel and the soul collector in the beige suit stumbled into the bed and fell on his face.

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In the end

The world was ending, everything crumbling, demolishing. All wars had been fought, all cards had been played.

“Here at the end we meet again,” God said with a sigh. “At last.” She looked at her creation and mourned for everything that would soon be no more.

“I’ve missed you too, old friend” Satan replied with a sad smile. She looked at God and finally reached for her hand.
“Now, at the end, was there really anything besides you and me?” she whispered, stepping closer.

God took a last glance of the dying world and turned to Satan.
“I guess not. Just you and me. And everything in between.”

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A big tasty bite of hobbit

A fanfic about an adventurous hobbit and her elf rescuer.
First: A hobbit in trouble


“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

Mentha tried to get her hands free but the robes were tight and secure. Around her was the entire group of bandits gathered, together with their enormous drooling dog.

“I think it’s a hobbit, Gordon!”

The big balled bandit who clearly was some sort of leader smacked the other bandit in the face with the back of his huge hand.

“I know it’s a hobbit, you moron!”

Mentha was tired of stupid smelling humans who tied her up.

“Let me go!” she yelled and wriggled in the robes.

The chief bandit, Gordon, stepped forward and kneeled to get closer. With an eerie sound he drew his long wicked dagger, which had seen a lot of action according to the deep notches in the blade.

“I don’t think so, hobbit.” He made the last word sound like an insult. “You see, this ugly fello’, Bastard, is very hungry. And while I don’t think hobbit would taste good in a stew, I don’t think Bastard would mind.”

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Dirty and armed to the teeth

A fanfic about an adventurous hobbit and her elf rescuer.
First: A hobbit in trouble


It was far past noon and Mentha had been walking all morning. She didn’t even pause for a lunch break but kept walking while eating. Now her legs began to feel heavy and she wiped her forehead and took another sip of water.

Mentha was determined to see the elf again. The fact that she didn’t even knew his name was painful, a reminder that maybe she wasn’t so close to him as she wanted to be. He was ever present in her mind and thoughts. Everything reminded her of him, the sky was the colour of his eyes, a fern would look like one she had been staring at while afraid to look into his eyes. It was stupid and too sugar-sweet, and she couldn’t help it. She was exactly as awful as the silly girls back home, she used to roll her eyes when they talked about crushes and now she was just as bad. Maybe even worse.

Thinking about him all the time, made her feel connected to him, and it felt weird to consider, that maybe he had forgotten all about her. Or maybe he entertained the other beautiful elves with the story of how he had to save a plump and foolish hobbit from something as mundane as humans. And the tall blond elves would all laugh. And one of them, exceptionally stunning, would lean in and- No! There was no point driving herself crazy like that.

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Between the stars

The young girl looked at the depth between the stars and shivered in her mortality.
The robot across the table looked at the small human and tried to load her emotions.
“You are not alone,” it said.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
The robot turned its metallic head and looked at the shining stars.
“Don’t worry. We’ll find her,” the robot said.


This is a sort of sequel to At the end of the universe

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Tell me everything!

A fanfic about an adventurous hobbit and her elf rescuer.
First: A hobbit in trouble

“Mentha ‘Lost-foot’ Greenhill! Where have you been?”

Her mother’s voice cut through the house, as Mentha tried to silently close the front door, who betrayed her with a loud creak. Three of her nephews came running and flooded her with questions.

“Why are you coming home so late, aunt Mentha?”

“Have you got a boyfriend?

“Do you know it’s dark outside?”

Mentha managed to scoot her way between them, patting a curled head here, tickling a chin there.

“Your aunt Mentha knows exactly how late it is. And that means bedtime for all of you, nosy scoundrels! Off with ya.”

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I’ve never met someone like you

A fanfic about an adventurous hobbit and her elf rescuer.
First: A hobbit in trouble

A tree trunk in a forest in sunlight.

Mentha pushed herself through another bush and tried to keep up with the swift elf. She was used to go through the forest off road, but this. This was something else. Panting she stumbled forward wondering where they were headed. She had completely lost her sense of direction and as she looked up to locate the sun, her foot was caught by a nasty root and she fell hard to the ground. Again. She was like a noisy and clumsy boar next to that elf.

“Wait!” she called from the ground as she pulled her foot lose and got up.

With a few light steps he came back to her.

“You have to slow down,” she said and felt awfully embarrassed. “I can’t… I can’t follow that speed. Short legs you know.” She stretched her leg at him, and he stared at it like he had never seen a leg before.

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