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Logan McClincy
Bio
A stranger once saw me after I'd been living in the middle of the desert alone for several weeks. He drew that picture of me. Basically, I've always been inspiring.
Stories (27/0)
Rufus and the Whale
Rufus was having a marvelous day. His family had taken him far away from home to this little sandy forest surrounded by water, and he'd spent most of the three day's they'd been there playing in the surf with his brother Johnny. Now he was free, salty water clung to his shaggy yellow coat no matter how fast he ran across the beach.
By Logan McClincy about a year ago in Fiction
The Halfling Jack
Even in something as simple as relocation to a new headquarters, the Jericho Energy Corporation wouldn't be the multi-billion-dollar corporation it was if it couldn't overcomplicate things. Since the Manifest Destiny Bill that had come out back in 2085, when all available land on Earth was declared privately owned and the United Nations began offering incentives to corporations to move their business to Luna or Mars, Jericho had been preparing for their departure. Most of the staff had already relocated to Phobos and all that were left on Earth were security and demolition. Demolition was an obvious requirement on site for the final stages of Jericho's move, the company would not receive their stipend until the building came down and the rubble cleared. Security's presence within the skyscraper, the observant may note many more guards than usual, was several measures more complicated.
By Logan McClincy about a year ago in Fiction
King of the Dragons
Deep in the overgrown swamps of the Shamo Tail, blackened woods so thick that the Nightmare War was never able to break through to the region's macabre natural beauty, a beast’s cry was heard that had previously never been heard in this world of toxic pools and withered trees. It is a common summation throughout the cosmos that there are few things more frightening than the cry of a baby when there is no reason for a baby to be present. This is true, of course, among humans of a certain age, as if some hazily remembered protestations of a young man’s bachelorhood provided by his grandchild-starved mother over a holiday dinner table universally turns young adults into infantophobic wretches. But while the unexpected tears of a child in the middle of the night can be quite a shock to the childless, the unexpected laughter of a child can be all the more terrifying. Sure enough, sitting in a pool of mud under the shade of a burnt-out old oak tree, giggling away as it slapped chubby hands onto the soft mud, was a baby. A baby that seemed to be oblivious to the fact that it was being closely watched.
By Logan McClincy 2 years ago in Fiction
What About the Monsters? Part 3
25 years ago “What about the monsters, mama?” Pelone Tavish looked up from the book she was transcribing. She’d let herself get absorbed in the work and it took a moment to remember where she was. She blinked and looked around. The question had come from a child in one corner of the room. Her son Harlon sat in a simple wooden chair next to the bookshelf in her office with a book that weighed more than he did open on his lap.
By Logan McClincy 2 years ago in Fiction
What About the Monsters: Part 2
Two Weeks Ago Harlon did not like the tinkerer. The man was too refined, not a single grease stain marred his white cotton shirt sleeves. What little hair he had left was oiled back, and he grew a long, sharp goatee beneath an overbite that had grown brown with decay. His teeth were the only part of him that had the used-up, worn out quality that Harlon associated with trustworthiness. Unfortunately, he was the only person for leagues around who could possibly answer any of Harlons questions about his latest contract.
By Logan McClincy 2 years ago in Fiction
What About the Monsters? Part 1
Harlon Tavish, mercenary for hire and part time monster hunter, tried to keep the damp soil from completely filling his armor as he crawled on his belly to the top of a hill overlooking the Stained Waters. Noon had just broken over the gurgling moors, and the sun could just saturate the fog with enough light for Harlon to make out the horse-like shape standing in the ankle-deep black water. The creature, which did take the form of a horse, had not seen him yet and was rooting through the shallow pools taking in mouthfuls of grass to make the picture complete.
By Logan McClincy 2 years ago in Fiction
Man From Heaven
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I’d always thought it was a stupid saying when I was younger. Surely you wouldn’t be able to scream in space at all once the air had been torn from your lungs, I would think to myself as I combed through the cheap cosmic horror comics at my dad’s bookstore. I still had to pay like everyone else, and at five cents a pop, a seven-year-old needs to make sure he’s getting his money's worth. All of the best examples of sci-fi pulp fiction had all kinds of different names for things from aliens to spaceships, but they all agreed on one thing: you absolutely will die as soon as you are exposed to the vacuum. As I found myself hurtling away from the ship into the void of space, it wasn't much comfort to find that it wasn’t even true. Hearing myself screaming was about all I could do. All I remember from those first few moments, however long they were, was screaming and spinning.
By Logan McClincy 2 years ago in Fiction
The Point of Silence
On a nameless island in the sea of Kytar, an island where no foot has trodden in living memory, there lies a blackened, barren heath surrounded by the charred trunks of ancient trees, and the twisted remains of primitive battlements, torn apart by some terrible primeval power. Were this island to be rediscovered by some unfortunate explorer and should that explorer have the poor judgement required to stand among the windless ruin for long enough for its magic to take hold, the only indication they would have that something is wrong would be a sudden, but nonetheless subtle, affliction of deafness.
By Logan McClincy 2 years ago in Fiction
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