Max Gibbs-Ruby (he/him or they/them)
Max is passionate about social justice and political activism, living his life "out loud," and just generally making the world a better place. He lives on a small homestead in western Washington (U.S.).
Garak stood in the dim hall, doing his best to blend in with his surroundings and not draw any attention to himself. His best was very good. It would take a well-trained eye to pick his warm yet simple tailor’s clothing out of the shadows and dark grey metal background of the industrial and spartan-themed corridor.
Excerpts from the Teklirian Manuscript:
Introduction What draws a potential practitioner to the necromantic arts can be any number of things, but for each it is undeniably personal. For some it’s vengeance at a raw childhood. For others, mere curiosity coupled with an unexpected knack. And still others are drawn to it out of fear or a need for power over that which chills them. There are more reasons than there are necromancers, but one unifying theme is clear: the capacity and tenacity for arduous study.
Preston entered the usual restaurant at about his usual time and sat at his usual table. The usual waiter brought him his usual espresso and glass of water, no ice. No words passed between them. This was also as usual.
Tom stretched his back after completing the last of his post-trip check of the trailer and standing up. One of the ratchet straps over the tarpaulin and lumber had come a little loose, which he'd fixed immediately, but this back right tire was also a bit underinflated. He grunted. Courtesy of Benton County's potholes, no doubt, he thought. Well, he'd have to put some air in it in the morning over at the Love's across the way. One final check mark and his signature and the DVIR for the night was done.
The keeper of honeybees (Apis mellifera) is one who practices age-old and dynamic forms of art, poetry, and science. To the uninitiated, beekeeping may appear to involve precise method and skill, much as one would learn how to measure or mix a reagent. But a new beek (informal slang used to mean either “beekeeper” or “bee geek,” depending on who you ask) – even one who has just barely scratched the surface of beekeeping as a hobby – will realize that beekeeping is actually a very complicated dance, one that requires mindfulness and all available senses, between the keeper and a super organism of wild animals.
Just whistle a bit, if the day be dark, and the sky be overcast. If mute be the voice of the piping lark, why, pipe your own small blast!
Sweat gathered on Sal’s upper lip. Not only was it a warm night, but Sal was afraid of the dark. Even knowing that most things in the woods at this hour were of no danger to them didn’t help. But, traveling by the light of the waning gibbous moon meant it was easier to avoid camps of roving marauders, and it was cooler by far – this part of the world was currently experiencing record breaking temperatures, and it was only going to get worse.