Tag: Weird Fiction
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The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 8.4 – Huaca
The adventure continues! Full Text ~ Previous Chapter The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 8.3 – As Wicked as the Wicked The Sketch of Sam Monroe is a weird fiction thriller. Follow the adventures of five quirky Black Ops pharmacologists as they globetrot their way to the Mato Grosso jungles. Philosophy, psychedelics, and banter…
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The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 8.3 – As Wicked as the Wicked
The whole place had a bizarre sort of sentience. We filed down a path lined with gnarled roots and dense vegetation. The smell of damp earth pervaded humid air. Fireflies lent mystic luminescence to the primeval scene. Every now and then bits of stone, arranged in vaguely intelligent patterns, would make us pause and ponder.…
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The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 8.2 – Sigil
We continued as if a trail of corpses wasn’t piling in our wake. Thornton’s fatal call never came. Stateside communication was as mundane and technical as ever. Was there some glitch that made ‘Langley’ miss the HAG – I log? Our minds struggled frantically for answers. Graham reticent as ever would certainly not…
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The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 8.1 – The Roots are Thirsty
Lucas was even less thrilled about waking earlier than early. He stumbled to the spook tent with all the enthusiasm of a snail approaching salt. It took what would otherwise have been a comically epochal span of time to realize the gravity of the situation. “Wait….what…what the fuck…” He muttered as his eyes narrowed on…
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The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 8.0 – Night Ops
‘As if we had a choice.’ I mused to myself as dawn tickled its way up my hammock pegs. The haze of sleep dissipated slowly. I wanted to lay there and sway forever in the sticky morn. My wish would not be granted. Cooks boisterous tankroll of a gait disturbed my contented malaise. “Senhor Baird!…
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The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 7.9 – The Arch-Druid
The satellite view was deceptive. Google maps reveals an impressive looking patchwork of highways in the Mato Grosso and all throughout Brazil. Labeled with such bureaucratically soporific appellations as MT 101. Yet, these thin lines stretching like gossamer serpents to overgrown pioneer towns were nothing but dust in a vast ocean of green. So knowing…
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The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 7.8 – Babylon Ex-Nihilo?
Ah, the rain…it was after all a rain-forest. Though we were careful to embark during a season that was dry relatively speaking…the problem was that we were speaking relatively. We were coping… swimmingly. That is we were in essence swimming. Though everything was waterproofed in a spectacular fashion…I kept waiting for something to give out.…
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The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 7.7 – Anarchy
In an era when Brooklyn dentists go on Safari, I suppose that even our mad expedition was doomed to be tainted with training wheels. I lost my coffee buzz at the same moment that I watched a bright glint arc its way over our heads through my binoculars. The big high tech daddy in the…
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The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 7.6 – A New Answer
“Je ne savais pas que tu parlais français. ” I groaned. “Wha..what ?” ” I didn’t know you spoke French. ” Fabres voice was muffled by the fog of sleep. ” Huh… ” ” You were just humming an old French tune. In near perfect French. ” “I wouldn’t speak Frog if you paid me in…
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