tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82634020110190948692024-03-13T15:40:20.279-07:00Musing in San FranciscoWelcome!
Herein you will find both the incomplete Sci-Fi novella "One Tree City" as well as the completed fantasy "Tears of Knowing." "Tears of Knowing" is being released in parts. If you don't see the section of the piece you'd like to read, please scroll to the bottom and find it in the archived section. All material is property of the writer and subject to the Copyright laws of the United States of America.A. C. Thayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12156880934258486938noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263402011019094869.post-29630102945605265502010-08-30T12:07:00.000-07:002010-08-30T12:07:49.502-07:00Tears of Knowing (Part the Fourth)APPRENTICE
Clarendon knows the King is in council. He's seen him walk past the inside Palace door. So he waits for his master, who is not in fact, the King. Clare likes it that way. In another life, perhaps he'd be fine with the position of Dragoon. That would be nice. Those soldiers or much more respectable than the palace guards A. C. Thayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12156880934258486938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263402011019094869.post-28053435531689720852010-08-30T09:20:00.000-07:002010-08-30T09:20:18.006-07:00Tears of Knowing (Part the Third)ROYALTY
There are no floating motes of dust for the light to bounce from. Indeed, there is little light at all. Yes there is a fire, but two black dogs lay with dangerous boredom by the hearth. Certainly they are finely groomed, but importantly, they are gigantic. The light and the heat doesn't make it past their paws.
These A. C. Thayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12156880934258486938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263402011019094869.post-47285429058558617322010-08-30T00:04:00.000-07:002010-08-30T00:04:30.250-07:00Tears of Knowing (Part the Second)BROTHERS
Daniel wakes abruptly, his mind bumbling around while his eyes register the contrasting shadows in the candlelight. Emmanuel, his older brother, sits beside him on the bed. He shakes Daniel’s arm.
“Finally,” Daniel hears. “It’s still dark out. You haven’t been asleep long, but you’ve got to get up. Dad just got back. Come A. C. Thayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12156880934258486938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263402011019094869.post-75935406067142671052010-08-29T18:03:00.000-07:002010-08-29T18:03:41.267-07:00Tears of Knowing (Part the First)DREAM
She kneels next to me. Her blond hair made grey by the moonlight yet haloed with a trace of campfire red. “Come,” she says.
It is not cold, but then I am warmly dressed. The wool that hugs my body stopped scratching long ago, and the leather that guards my back and neck protects me from the wind.
She is A. C. Thayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12156880934258486938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263402011019094869.post-70962476727945827662009-12-28T17:23:00.000-08:002009-12-28T17:32:20.277-08:00One Tree City (Pt. 4 of 13) Baby's sitting across from me sans her name tag. I know it's her for two simple reasons. First, I haven't been gone long. Secondly, I'd recognize that swooping downward breast line anywhere. Actually, I probably wouldn't, but it's been a while since I've seen such an immaculate breast curve. I hope to have it ingrained in my memory for a long time. Capital F, Capital I, Capital N, Capital A. C. Thayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12156880934258486938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263402011019094869.post-48798044403340445992009-10-31T13:37:00.000-07:002009-10-31T13:38:58.481-07:00One Tree City (pt.3 of 13)<!--StartFragment--> We're in Madison, Wisconsin now. I've never been in Wisconsin before, but Looney Jake thinks it's the best place to be at the moment, so I'm not going to argue. The scenery is nice. Our server just left. What a beautiful back. Short cocktail dress. A dark, dark red dress; the perfect choice for her body. The long triangle of exposed back A. C. Thayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12156880934258486938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263402011019094869.post-55022232918945348272009-10-07T16:10:00.001-07:002009-10-08T09:54:29.148-07:00One Tree City (pt.2 of 13)<!--StartFragment--> I'm sitting in jail, and there are no windows. There's not much of anything. I've been in for three years, which isn't so bad considering the tally marks on the wall when I got in this place. They're supposed to repaint for a new occupant, like you're some high class renter, but they don't. Anyway, so I lied when I said there wasn't much of anything. There are tons of A. C. Thayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12156880934258486938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263402011019094869.post-83875750704321583122009-09-08T00:20:00.000-07:002009-09-08T00:29:08.247-07:00One Tree City (pt.1 of 13)<!--StartFragment--> Option one: I'm bored. Sitting, probably, in a comfy chair or what they call "chaise lounge" drinking some bullcrap and enjoying it while writing down things I think someone will find enlightening someday in the incredibly near future. It's possible. Option two: I'm about to do something incredibly foolish that's guaranteed to wind up in a very bloody death. Possibly A. C. Thayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12156880934258486938noreply@blogger.com