A.N.G. Reynolds
AKA: Ang! [Rhymes with 'Sang']
Published sci-fi novelist, STEM gal, doodler, certified dork, and general layabout.
I am definitely not being controlled by three chubby--I mean, handsome and perfect cats. Why would you ask that?
Sawyer
Gaius Finn’s alarm was blaring and loud, demanding his attention at the unholy hour of 6:17am. He didn’t even bother trying to open his eyes, haphazardly slapping his nightstand as he tried to find the snooze button. Just five more minutes was all he needed, then he would get up and go to work. Mind-numbing, soul-destroying, number-crunching work.
A.N.G. ReynoldsPublished 7 months ago in CriminalThe Cosmic Donut, Episode 2: Bitter-Blue
Torin Hask’s helmet clanked loudly against his cybernetic ear. He should probably invest in some kind of padding to keep that from happening, but he felt the rhythmic crashing sound that was rattling around his skull was a suitable soundtrack to his current misery. And the misery that came before it. And the misery that came before that misery.
A.N.G. ReynoldsPublished 7 months ago in FuturismThe Cosmic Donut
“Hey,” Laura Thacker said, setting down her ice-water filled glass, looking to the proprietor behind the bar with a scowl. She pointed at the offending drink once she had his attention. “This straw has a bur on it.”
A.N.G. ReynoldsPublished 7 months ago in Futurism
