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Aeon Tuller

I write mainly to have fun and also to improve my writing and story telling. I don't practice enough, and this blog is supposed to help get down to work! I'm on twitter but I'm not on twitter, you know? I'll be reviving that side of things once I get going again...

Rage

Aeon Tuller June 16, 2019 Chapters, Short Stories Leave a Comment

…The Honda behind her spat the lyrics twice; the low-slung bass-line and crisp hi-hat of last year’s nu-Raggamuffin hit rode above the other insults because of a subwoofer from hell.

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5 Parts Ghana

Aeon Tuller November 20, 2018 Poems Leave a Comment

…Don’t forget the bottled water.
Give some to the shriveled old women with pearlescent eyes
Who weep because they have witnessed
the arc in its entirety…

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Man at the helm

Aeon Tuller September 01, 2016 Chapters Leave a Comment

But ‘gargantuan’ starts with a G. I don’t have any more G’s. Barbara said this as much to herself as anyone else. She did that thing she always did with her share of the yellowing, chipped tiles, moving them around in both hands and letting them make little click-clack sounds.

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Brand new gig

Aeon Tuller August 11, 2016 Scenes Leave a Comment

Their parents are old and frail. Their jobs are varied and demanding. Their collective geo-positions at any given time are a sparse matrix draped over a space the size of the planet. Their ongoing, mutually-exclusive elder-care opt-out game – that’s what I’d call it – has yielded no nash equilibrium

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The Fifth Wall

Aeon Tuller March 25, 2016 Chapters, Short Stories Leave a Comment

When Melden had been born, they’d gotten the standard media pack from the delivery center. They’d posted pictures immediately on Register and Soshio. Melden’s Soshio was standard fare for a newborn: little clenched fists, tiny foot prints and palm prints, button-nosed innocence swaddled in real knits. The whole thing was

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Mint

Aeon Tuller March 17, 2016 Snippets Leave a Comment

She turned her head in the chill night breeze and her mouth watered: mint. Mint was her good luck charm. Mint had never let her down. One of the guards had wandered over either out of boredom or genuine interest and seen her with her arms outstretched, twirling in the

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I-tao

Aeon Tuller March 06, 2016 Snippets Leave a Comment

Noose™, no longer burdened with the rendering callbacks needed further up in the architecture, busies itself with more pressing things: Like insinuating itself into the clusternet, getting right in there with the other operables and pretending to be friends. Pretending to lament the same recent inefficiencies and packet losses. Making

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Delivery

Aeon Tuller March 05, 2016 Scenes Leave a Comment

Whenever the doorbell rings, it’s Chrissy who shuffles to the door. She moves through the small apartment, ironing out her green tee with weathered hands, brushing cookie crumbs from there onto her navy blue jog pants. She lifts her palm to the access pad and it lights up. You can

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Looper

Aeon Tuller October 16, 2013 Chapters, Short Stories Leave a Comment

You install a looper from CRAX.inthe.wall that boasts a quad-lane, real-time suggestOR. You run it as soon as it lands. You go in and break out every colour panel you can find. You burn two hours just surfing the features. The dials and panels seem to breed with every blink

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Headcase

Aeon Tuller February 01, 2009 Scenes Leave a Comment

The lift makes a clanging sound and halts. After a worrying pause the doors bid farewell to each other noisily and begrudgingly.  She looks down,  finding that the 17th floor isn’t quite flush with, but gets out anyway. She’s deposited herself into a corridor that tunnels away in both directions. There’s

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