Hagan Ebernburg Archive

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    Suicide Blonde 9: Breaking and Entering, or Echoes of the Warcry

    Frank’s voice echoed through my head as I stood outside the King’s Crown Building. “Are you sure about this? You could get yourself killed in there. You don’t have any idea where these people even are.” “I don’t have a choice,” I said to him...

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    Suicide Blonde 7: Answers, or All Along the Watchtower

    The jet car flew up and over Valhalla. We soared high over the buildings. Every car looked like a tiny dot beneath me. Flying wasn’t something I ever experienced much. My family never really traveled much, and when we did it was almost always by...

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    Suicide Blonde 6: Waking Up With Friends, or Stand Up and Fight

    I woke up in some kind of flying craft. A dark-haired, fair-skinned man in his early thirties sat over me. He wore some kind of heavy, dark blue battle armor. I didn’t recognize him at all, but he was kind of cute. “Who are you?”...

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    Suicide Blonde 5: Snake-Eyes, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love High Explosives

    Did I mention I didn’t like being underground? The path took us down in to the old subway rails that ran beneath the city. The train hadn’t run in this part of town for years, but the empty stations have sat unmaintained since the seventies....

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    Suicide Blonde 4: Detective in Training, or New to the Game

    After three days of checking the daily paper I was beginning to get frustrated. The paper gave little coverage to Clinton in general, but the bombing attacks should have met with at least limited coverage. A few blurbs about the bombing did make the paper,...

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    Suicide Blonde 3: Mothers and Daughters, or Muerte Means Death

    I couldn’t speak. I just stared at my little girl, my child I hadn’t seen for months. She had grown. She looked at least a half-foot taller as she hugged my leg. I dropped to one knee and held her tight. I suddenly felt dirty....

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    Suicide Blonde 2: Looking the Part, or Facing the Beast

    I stood in the middle of a warzone. The stillness of the broken streets was broken by the sounds of small arms fire somewhere in the distance. I was in the middle of the fight, and my allies and I were losing. Our attackers were...

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  • Long Hot Summer 13: Heroes & Villains

    Long Hot Summer 13: Heroes & Villains

    by Nicholas Ahlhelm “I think I found something over here!” Cyber threw another piece of the former Church of Hope and Truth building in to the disposal unit over a hundred feet away. He scrambled to push other pieces of the rubble aside as he...

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  • Long Hot Summer 6: Breaking Through

    Long Hot Summer 6: Breaking Through

    Annabelle Montalvo leaned against the door of her prison cell. She wanted to knock. She wanted to tell them to summon Elijah; tell them she was ready to join the Church. The white walls and lack of human contact pushed her slowly over the edge....

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