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![[WIP] Prologue: The Wolf of Eidan](https://icarusblake.com/wp-content/uploads/2026/04/image.png?w=900)
Please enjoy this sneak peak of my current project. 14 Ignatan, 831 Saint The bells chimed midnight in Eidan, the city a shadow against the blackness of the new moon. The wolf waited beside the wastewater outlet, a dirty reddish torrent tumbling into the bay below. Gradually the water slowed to a stream, then a…
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The horns sounded on the track, and on the back stretch Aggie pulled the syringe out of Sunny Red’s vein. He capped the needle and leaned against the stall to watch the bay filly in the tense seconds as the cocktail took hold. Sunny’s haunches twitched, her jaw fell open and long strings of drool…
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My dog is going to report me to the ASPCA. The heat of the day wears off into a warm, easy hush. I have an alarm set for it, 7:30 PM, an hour before sunset so I can walk my shag carpet of a dog without worries of him baking beneath his lush fur coat.…
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Oh, Coyote, all your wiles come to naught in the headlights on the highway. By morning, your blood dried brown on the concrete, body shattered and thrown aside in shocked repose while your killer thundered ever onward. Dear Squirrel, did you dream of your last flight through the air? The last coil of your spring-legs…
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Experimentation into the function of dreaming coalesce into one major theory: dreams are the subconscious mind’s own personal method of problem solving. Most dreams are nonsense, unremembered consequences of a sound command to “sleep on it” and awaken with fresh eyes and no knowledge of how you got there. But, if you’re like me, you…
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I see them in the morning, when I squint against the sun streaming in through curtainless windows. Spots of light at the corner of my vision, fireflies flashing their morse code into the ether. I blink and they’re gone, the shine of the morning dims mundane. Coffee massages away the last dregs of the headache…
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It is 0730 and I have prions on my mind again. Have I posted about this particular interest before? Probably, somewhere, I’m not going to dig it up. On this morning, I’ve got prions on my mind as a curse. Consider this: You and your flock of sheep take up residence in a lovely little…
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The problem with being an achiever is the achievements. When you’re still in school, they come at a steady clip. A on the midterm, on the term papers, in the socratic seminars, in the videogames you still have time to play, in the number of shots you down in one night and still go to…
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15 minutes before I have to get my brain up and moving for a 2-part science lesson on fake dinosaur tracks for an eighth grader. This gets me up at 7, bleary eyed and exhausted from a creaking bed, my dog confused and offended that he must begin his daily herding of humans a full…
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And so here we are. Back after a long hiatus of working on things in the comforting dark of internet obscurity and not sharing. Because it’s none of your business, really, this voyeuristic/narcissistic practice of journaling to the internet for a like or two. But I must, right? I’m a writer, and what’s the point…
from the pen of icarus blake 