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Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light.


Friday, March 14, 2008

Another Story for Another Writer

Hey, all around great guy Todd Wheeler has got another one out there. And with that second link you can read it online. Congrats Todd. Sure, it's not genre, but hey, everybody has a past, right?

2 comments:

Todd Wheeler said...

Thanks Steve!

Yeah, I've got a lot of past on floppy disks in a proprietary format for a Panasonic word processor/typewriter. Hopefully they'll stay past.

Steve Buchheit said...

No worries, Todd. You might want to convert those while you can. You just never know when you're going to need it.