Kent Wayne

Tag: books

  • She Was Afraid of Everything. Until She Wasn’t.

    She Was Afraid of Everything. Until She Wasn’t.

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    She thought it was a monster. Until she turned on the light.

  • Musings

    Musings

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    DirtySciFiBuddha
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    As I get older, I’ve experienced multiple instances of good turning bad, and bad turning good. It’s encouraged me to tone down the judgment and reactive negativity. On a related note, I’ve come to believe that true abundance isn’t defined by time or material, but from possibility itself. Who knows what opportunities we’ll be able…

  • What the Linkup Cannot Teach

    What the Linkup Cannot Teach

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    The L-Rig could enhance strength, speed, and reaction time. It could connect a shooter’s brain directly to his weapons. But when Atriya trained with Verus, none of that mattered. No tech. No gear. Just breath. Just awareness. Verus wasn’t teaching him how to fight harder. She was teaching him how to become something else.

  • On my creative process…

    On my creative process…

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    DirtySciFiBuddha
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    In my experience, having the courage to write badly is a requirement for writing. I can worry about rhythm, vocabulary, and maximizing clarity when I edit it later.

  • Kiss the Ring

    Kiss the Ring

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    Benson held out his hand. The ring of the Judge gleamed under the streetlight — a silent command. Kiss the ring. Atriya had grown up outside the Jury’s protection. He knew exactly what “reverence” looked like when it was forced on people who didn’t belong. He shook his head. Not a chance.

  • Control

    Control

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    Three men were already down. One crying. One clutching a shattered wrist. One bleeding from his eye. Atriya stood in the middle of the street, breathing evenly. The fight was over. Real control wasn’t the violence — it was what happened after.

  • A zany and profane ad for a survey on my website (yep, that’s what AI thinks I look like)

    A zany and profane ad for a survey on my website (yep, that’s what AI thinks I look like)

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    Hey you, I would like to put my giant weiner away, wind it around my thigh, tuck it into my sock and ask you some questions. Please help me so I can get back to myhotmom dot com and get motivated to get back to writing. https://form.typeform.com/to/QYCbTtI8?utm_source=xxxxx#first_name=xxxxx

  • Violence Is Honest

    Violence Is Honest

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    DirtySciFiBuddha
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    Atriya hated the moments before a fight — the talking, the posturing, the empty threats. But when the first strike landed, all of that disappeared. Violence was simple. Broken bones. Blood on pavement. Bodies moving to survive. Then Atriya moved, and the alley exploded into motion.

  • Musings

    Musings

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    by

    DirtySciFiBuddha
    in

    As I get older, I’ve experienced multiple instances of good turning bad, and bad turning good. It’s encouraged me to tone down the judgment and reactive negativity. On a related note, I’ve come to believe that true abundance isn’t defined by time or material, but from possibility itself. Who knows what opportunities we’ll be able…

  • The Shelf Life of a Shooter

    The Shelf Life of a Shooter

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    DirtySciFiBuddha
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    The linkup enhanced speed, strength, and reflexes. What it didn’t enhance was longevity. Crew shooters burned bright and burned out — nervous systems fried, bodies worn down by years of artificial stimulation. The system produced legends. It rarely produced survivors.