World-127.4.TL-2: A Tropical World of Warring Reptile Tribes

Long-lived, stalwart and contemplative, the turtle people of this world are not hasty creatures.  Although they sometimes battle with each other, rarely do people die, for their defenses are mighty. They live in a tropical environment, warm and humid.  The sun shines strongly, and there are no cold winters.  It is an ideal home for …

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Earth-607.5.WF-13: A World of Tunnels and Humanoid Robots

Populated by numerous factions of robots, this world's largest force is robots that have a conservative ideology.  Recognizing their limited resources, they style themselves on older modes of living, in addition to the majority of their population staying in perpetual low-energy consumption stasis.  Though the largest population, they are the least active, with only a …

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The Making of Some Things: The What, How, and Why by John R. Canter

  How things could be … * * * Chip walked through the door beneath the sign that read “Hull’s Shop”. It was a normal rectangular door, and looked mismatched against the architecture of the building: Some newfangled biomimicry nonsense you see more nowadays, Chip had thought when he first saw them being built, nearly …

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Sand in Black and White by John R. Canter

Xeric scratched his short beard. The young man thought for a long time on how to word his wish. You had to be careful with djinn, he thought, and efreet were even more dangerous than them. In the dark basement storeroom, a pair of fiery red eyes gazed impatiently through the smoke. What appeared to be a horned man had a grin on his face, trying to look trustworthy. It worked surprisingly well.

Two Old Pirates by John R. Canter

She looked up at the ship, its rotted planks warped by the sea water and plastered by the leavings of seagulls. It was still beautiful in her eyes, and although she could not say she was the more beautiful thing anymore, now that she was pushing 70, she didn’t feel quite so old looking at the shipwreck of The Dragonfly. After taking a moment to take in its crippled majesty, she hobbled up the rocks, cursing in achy stiffness as she went.