Free story idea I dreamt: some past era, a new emperor is crowned and is sure there is something beneath the royal dais. As he works to move it he hears muffled yells for help. He breaks through to a narrow pit. At the bottom: a 21st century girl, who greets him by name.
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The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.