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About glossarch

The word "glossarch" doesn't exist. At least, not yet. But let's pretend it does for a second. The first part is "gloss," a word that comes to us from Ancient Greek via Latin and English. It means "language." The second part also comes from Ancient Greek and can mean "having power over." So "glossarch" means simply "language controller." So what am I doing making up words? Well, I made up an entire language once. It's called Angosey. So I'm the Glossarch of Angosey. I'm currently a doctorate student in volcano seismology (a branch of geophysics). I enjoy writing fiction and poetry, launching balloons, programming, and hanging out with my lovely wife! Follow me on Twitter! Writing and language creation: @glossarch Balloons and science: @bovineaerospace

Quickening #FridayFictioneers

Posted on October 12, 2017

When my wife opened our window for the first time, a quick little sparrow rushed into our room and fluttered about. I stepped back for a minute, then went to catch her. As I closed in I confess I was … Continue reading →

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To Inherit the Earth #FridayFictioneers

Posted on September 21, 2017

They always had liquor cabinets, but this one really took the cake. I mean, top shelf stuff. There was no ice in the freezer – but then again, there hadn’t been much ice for about 7 years now. No matter. … Continue reading →

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Buy Bread, Alone #FridayFictioneers

Posted on September 17, 2017

It took him a few minutes to decide what to wear to the bakery. He went with a clean cut look in the end: something Ralph Lauren with a collar. Then he was on the sidewalk and doing his best … Continue reading →

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Sere Genesis #FridayFictioneers

Posted on September 7, 2017

It began when I climbed the low basalt hill at the edge of town.  I found a cave halfway up the side, you see. The weird thing is, now I keep having to go back. And I just can’t shake … Continue reading →

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Feeling Light #FridayFictioneers

Posted on August 24, 2017

He wove the wires around the bolts and turned them once; she jumped. “What is this? Some sort of flame?” she asked. He smiled in the strange white light. “This, my love, is called electricity.” Then he reached into his … Continue reading →

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Weight and Weightlessness #FridayFictioneers

Posted on August 4, 2017

“So, what, you screwed up your life and now you’re a mover?” Jim glanced at the teenager lounging against the barren wall. “Nice thought, kid, but no. I chose this job.” “Chose, huh?” Jim wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. … Continue reading →

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I Will Make You Fishers of Men, He Said #FridayFictioneers

Posted on July 29, 2017

He carries a black Sharpie with him at all times.  It is ideal for quick scribbling in public places: a granite bench, a concrete wall by the ATM, the smooth white tiles above the row of urinals in an airport … Continue reading →

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