Scott Leminski

An excerpt from the short story: 'Chanters'. Four short paragraphs of text follows: A ruby cloaked troop materialized on a nearby hillside, forming ranks on the edge of battle, causing the suspension of fighting. “No!” cried a Silurian officer, throwing off his helm. “Not them. Not here.” Ian pulled back his spear. “I don’t recognize their colours. Who are they?” The soldier opposite, rested his sword atop his shield. “Portents of doom. Chanters. They’re here to chronicle this day in song.”

#WIPSnips (Fight)
#wip 'Chanters'

From a Tale of Moria's. Introducing the Chanters — chroniclers of important events in verse.

Thor's Helmet, taken from my balcony

Thor’s Helmet (NGC 2359) is an emission nebula in the Canis Major region, visible only for a short period during the winter season. It also remains quite low on the horizon, right in the middle of the light-pollution belt. These are nearly 21 hours of integrated exposure. 🔭

#Astrophotography

“I dread the wandering – never knowing what will come from spring to autumn. But I think I dread the loneliness more. The single flute is beautiful, but the #harmony – the harmony of many instruments is so much more to be desired.”
#vss365

Text from the story. The first two sentences are in a different typeface indicating they are recorded announcements from the Lydonden's speaker system. Four paragraphs of text follows: Time sublimation matrix fully formed. The time to succeed is yours. “What have I done?” Kerri sat on the bed, cradling her phone to her chest, thinking she had foolish exiled herself. “For what?” Remembering the amount of money she plunked down for this exile, she returned to her desk and opened a textbook. Only after Kerri read the first page four times and the remainder of the chapter thrice through, did she relax sufficiently to begin proper note taking.

#WIPSnips (Chapter)
#wip 'SooT - Room 402'

Kerri Rhodes experiencing a final moment of panic when the Lyonden announces her 8 day stay has been locked in.

Just beyond sight. Had Old James been incautions? Why had he screwed a yellow camera filter onto his goggles' left eyepiece? I could find no entry, secret or otherwise, in his journal.

#WIPSnips (Screw)
#wip 'Fever'

nastiness building up in Sector 463-230. Conduits Delta 4 through 7."
"Thank you, Supervisor Purdy. Conduits Delta 4 through 7."
"Take MPV G-57. It's scrapers haven't been badly dulled by Burt."
"Thank you, Supervisor Purdy. MPV G-57."

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other nucleus. And, like all the rest before her, she put in her sim-work time, learning multiple routines that she could apply Downside when the need arose.
So it was no surprise when Supervisor Purdy called out her name and issued, "Fletcher, you're on bubblegum duty today. There's some

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#SciFiFri (Grime / Grease)
#wip 'Downside'
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Bubblegum duty. Gayle had heard the term from her dad. It's what all New Nucs were assigned to to become comfortable with a Macrophage Vehicle, or MPV, irl. No special treatment for her. She was going to proceed through the numbers just like every

Returning to the house, he cleaned for a while, tearing several of his dad's tees into rags to wash windows. He still had time to go through the remainder of the house to make a rough inventory. He still had time at night to pursue his writing, if he wanted, too.

#WIPSnips (Pursue)
#wip 'Resonance'

Everyone on the bus hums. Not a tune—a frequency. The static hum rattles the windows, buzzes in Elliott's teeth. Nobody reacts. The woman across the aisle tilts her head. "You're quiet," she says. "I don't—" "Everyone hums." She smiles like she's explaining gravity to a child. "You just haven't started yet." Her jaw unhinges slightly. The hum gets louder. --- *Enjoyed today's story? Share your thoughts and follow us for more tiny daily tales.* #Horror #Creepy #Scary #Paranormal #Supernatural #Weird #Nightmare #Mystery Your daily treat from TinyTalesDaily.com

"I am the bringer of my name."
The theorist pulled up the flight departure counter on her omnity, setting it to 32 days before Prime 0's birthday. If successful, Solace would see her many times removed grandfather in the flesh rather than as a statidust constuct.

#WIPSnips (Counter)
#wip 'Solace'

"Good day."
"Mmmhum."
"This is some view, isn't it? I see you walking along the river here from the bus."
"Yeah. I like to get out."
"I can see why. With all this #splendor, and just on the edge of the city. Is that why you come here?"
Kevin replied honestly, "I felt something here, once."

#vss365

It's a lifeless planet, covered in primative plants, fungi, and protozoic organisms; yet from it's core, it emits siren verses that befuddle starship navigation systems, drawing them into orbits that are near impossible to escape.

#SciFiFri (Grasp)

several branches appeared prematurely truncated. It was as if some 20th century metallurgists had found no value or abandoned a line of research.
He pondered the relevance of this as his gaze followed the progression of sample plates along longer branches.
"The fool! That time travelling fool."

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#2WordPrompt (Material & Relevant)
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A shiver ran through Eric as he step through the door into the Forest of Industry, the great hall holding the lineages of material development. Cautiously, he moved past the milleneas old trees of cloth and ceramics toward a copse of aluminium alloys where

Thanks very much, Charlotte.

An exchange between Dr. Leech and Brenda during her initial meeting at the JI site. Text follows: Dr. Leech leaned forward, laying his hands on the table, his right rolling a small metal rod forward and back. “Dr. Cochrane has provide another theory.” Brenda looked at each face of the others around the table. “And?” Leech’s hand pressed down on the rod. “And we don’t wish to cloud your observations by stating it at this time.” “I see.” Brenda didn’t know if she should be impressedd or afraid, only hoped neither showed on her face.

#WIPSnips (Neither)
#wip 'Map'

Brenda learns some information is being witheld from her.

Awake, but before I'm fully awake, I begin again; pressing play, to review the video. 4m22s. A little more than 13 times per hour. Without realizing, every frame, every syllable had long become my blood and breath.
"What am I missing?" seems like the only words I'm left with.
Again.

#2WordPrompt

#WIPSnips (Science)
#wip 'Shell Time'

The shell's voices related incremental advancements in such things as math, communications, materials science, and astronomy. A constant, Kit found intriguing, was a yearning found in poets', writers', and artists' works that prodded these developments onward.

I sculpt faces to relax. The kiln heat wakes them. Forty-seven small clay heads line my studio shelves, blinking, whispering to each other. Most I don't recognize—just shapes my hands made while my mind wandered. "You're running out of room," says the one on the top shelf. "I'll build more shelves." "You could stop sculpting." I wedge fresh clay. The last face I shaped looked like mine. It hasn't spoken yet. It just watches. --- *Enjoyed today's story? Share your thoughts and follow us for more tiny daily tales.* #Art #Sculpture #Horror #Creepy #Ceramics #Supernatural #Pottery #DarkArt Your daily treat from TinyTalesDaily.com

Preordered from my local bookshop here in Canada. Expecting in early April to add to my folklore collection.

I never considered roads here. Makes sense. Thanks.

#WIPSnips (Laser)
#wip 'Oriana'

Corridon walked over to the robot-formed plaques in the MLJS lobby and examined them. ... Running his hand over the plaques, he compared the texture of those that were 3D-printed to those that were carved with burrs, mould-formed, or laser-etched.

Thanks for sharing.
Is there an indication of what happened to the stones? ex. Were they repurposed 'in the neighbourhood'?

That's one of the best reasons for doing something. Wishing you all the best as you work toward its completion.

#WIPSnips (Value)
#wip 'Resonance'

Daniel saw a furniture maker's mark and date branded into a drawer of his father's desk while he was examining its dovetail construction.
"1867. Wow. That's an auspicious date." He took a photo of the mark to check out the desk's value with an antique dealer.

Ha! Ha! Ha!
😀

So clever.
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Several paragraphs from the story, 'In the Matter of Choosing'. Text follows: “Hi, Brad,” greeted Mia. “I see you’ve finished your elf costume.” “Hi. Yep. I was up nearly all night.” Brad modelled his elfin garb by turning his torso one way then the other. “You like?” Sonia replied, “It’s so you,” waving her glittering sceptre at him. “Bing.” “Definitely,” added Mia, singing her own, “Bing.” “Who are you two suppose to be?” Sonia began, “Why, shame on you, Bradly. I’m the Princess Mia,” turning her shoulder to him, feigning offended. “And, I’m Princess Sonia,” finished Mia, equally hurt.

#WIPSnips (Hurt)
#wip 'Matter of Choosing'

Brad meeting up with two friends before they head off to a convention together.

You're welcome.

May I ask: Is there a place waiting for its completion?