Border, KS

Isn't Kansas a little northern for Southern Gothic? (Updates Tuesday and Thursday)

Month: July, 2014

2.5 Timely Reminiscence

“So I understand you have two daughters and a son? Which school are they going to?” Marshal Alexander asked as Walter settled himself into the man’s office. It was the largest in the station but not excessive, and kept neat with what Walt now knew was a military precision. Framed pictures sat in regimental rows […]

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2.4 Downhill for Antigone and Siobhan

Things went downhill almost immediately. Arrayed in long rows at the entrance to the school were seniors, boys and girls, in letter jackets and cheer outfits. That alone would have made Siobhan roll her eyes, as that much civic pride oozing from every spray tanned orifice couldn’t be healthy. Siobhan was pretty sure it caused […]

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2.3 The Calculations of Antigone Richards

Antigone Richards checked her outfit carefully, making sure that everything was precisely ordered for maximum effect. Free spirited, but not too free spirited. Approachable, without being dumpy. Obviously caring, but without too much care being obvious. It was a delicate dance, and she had carefully applied the lessons she learned from the last time they […]

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2.2 Our Top Man

Walter wrapped an arm around whatever had hit him, even as the momentum carried them both to the floor. Before he hit the floor he had his pistol out and pointed down while he assessed the situation, and the person in a subduing headlock. And it was a person, it turned out, a young man […]

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2.1 The Deputy’s Big Day Part I

With a last low purr from the engine, Walter glided his motorcycle into the last open employee parking spot at the Border Police Department building, in the Old Market district of downtown. Built of old brick, it claimed to still have pieces of it dating to the founding of the city in the 19th Century. […]

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2.0 Breakfast

By himself, Walter Richards would eat quietly and quickly. Probably microwave eggs and enough coffee to kill a horse. As it was he had fresh scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast ready for his children when they woke up for their first day at a new school. He had to remind himself that no plan survived […]

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1.3 The Lady of Ravens Dreams

The Lady of Ravens, the unknown Queen and the black feather in the field of white, lay in slumber. She dreamed and she did not dream. She saw. She did not understand, but she knew she held within her the kernel of understanding, the seed corn of wisdom. Some day it would sprout and she […]

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1.2 The High Priestess Dreams

The High Priestess, the hidden and unknown light who was not yet seen in the day, lay in slumber. She dreamed, and yet she did not dream; she saw, and yet she did not see. She did not understand, but she did not understand in a way that she knew meant that one day she […]

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1.1 The Marshal Dreams

The Marshal, who was not yet the marshal, lay in slumber. He dreamed, and he did not dream; he saw, and he did not see. Seeing and unseeing swirled around him like the mists drifting off a lofty mountain peak, shadowing the heights. He held her for so short a time. He saw her in […]

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1.0 The City Dreams

People lay dreaming all around the world, those parts swathed in darkness and cradled in the gentle touch of night. One city was no different, but very different, its denizens the same but very different as well. It was the city at the edge of reality, the city of corners and overlaps. The Border. The […]

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