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    About Tower Curator

    Hello everyone! I am Tower Curator and I write serial fiction. Since 2015, starting with Void Domain, I’ve been publishing roughly two chapters a week non-stop. The only breaks tend to be between the different series I’ve written. I publish in just about every genre, from urban-fantasy to isekai-adjacent, to a psychic espionage thriller. Everything I have written is available for free right here on my site.

    Outside writing, I typically spend my time playing games, reading books, and writing a bit more.

    Stories 6
    Chapters 948
    Words 3.4 M
    Comments 5,208
    Reading 11 days, 15 hours11 d, 15 h
    • Near-Death Experience

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      by Tower Curator Over the course of Alyssa’s life, she had occasionally experienced brief instances where she felt a sudden moment of clarity. Flashes of insight into a problem or moments of inspiration for a project. They were always fleeting. Most of the time, the moment had passed and her only memory of the clarity was vague wisps on the edges of her thoughts. Sometimes, she would remember small aspects of the clarity, only to realize that it was all nonsense. My essay can be on… wait, what was I thinking…
    • Fully Prepared

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      by Tower Curator “Alyssa Meadows. Are you prepared?” Staring at the haughty form of Tenebrael, Alyssa had to frown. “This conversation again?” “Conversation?” “Are you prepared to make yourself prepared? That whole thing? We did that last time.” “Yes.” Tenebrael said with a knowing nod of her head. “I recall. But now the context has changed. I am not asking if you are prepared to make preparations. I am asking if you have prepared yourself and are prepared to demonstrate said…
    • Projector

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      by Tower Curator After slipping back down to her room a few days after the lesson with Tenebrael, Alyssa found a servant waiting for her. A servant with a plethora of requests for more meetings. All very formal looking, they were written out in flowery ink and signed in a big round hand. Unfortunately for about half of the meeting’s participants, she had more important things to be doing today. So she redirected the servant off to find Kasita while Alyssa worked. She was getting close. Instead of creating a pizza…
    • Primordial Ooze

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      by Tower Curator Tenebrael, for once, did not have a smile on her face. She stared at Alyssa with all the intensity of a starved and crazed weasel. Her arms, one gloved and one bare, were crossed over her chest with a few fingers drumming on her elbow. Alyssa didn’t break her stare. She met the angel’s eyes and didn’t flinch back or shift her posture. It was a bit of a pain in the neck. Literally. Alyssa sat on her bed while Tenebrael hovered upright a short distance away. The small elevation forced her to tilt…
    • Court II

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      by Tower Curator Alyssa did not know why she had been invited to the evening’s meeting. She felt like she should have something more to offer, but when it came down to it, most of the people at the table were absolutely impossible to talk to. They were too set in their views. Even little disagreements about some inane side note were taken as personal attacks. Arguing anything more had seen two people storm off already. It wasn’t even her doing the arguments. Aside from her introduction, Alyssa could count the number…
    • Court I

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      by Tower Curator Watching the monstrosity that was The Farmer in action was relieving in a strange sort of way. It certainly presented a terrifying visage, but that was about all it had. In terms of speed, Alyssa was pretty sure that her grandfather would have been able to outrun it with his walker. While it had been extremely quiet for its size during testing, it was quite noisy while threshing and chewing up all the crops it processed. Between that, the pistons thumping, and the treads causing minor earthquakes, it was…
    • A Harsh Mistress

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      by Tower Curator “I think I understand,” Alyssa said as she scribbled a few notes into a fresh notebook. Tenebrael, after waiting a moment, tilted her head to one side. “But..?” “No. No buts. I understand.” Leaning back at her desk, Alyssa held out her hand to try to put what she had learned into actual use. Going from theory to practice was always a challenge. But this… Closing her eyes, she took a breath and concentrated. An angel, she now suspected, was something along the lines of a super…
    • Companion

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      by Tower Curator Projects represented time expenditure. The more projects there were, the more time needed to be spent. Even a simple and tiny project could take up a large portion of any individual day. Adding new projects always represented an investment of time. Unless one was the Pharaoh, that time investment generally did not see a return in the form of additional time. Even if completing one project would save time on another project, it didn’t give that time back. The being currently referring to itself as…
    • The Farmer

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      by Tower Curator “So you’re just going to avoid him all day today?” “I’m not avoiding him. We have separate things that need doing is all.” “What about tomorrow? The next day?” “I didn’t spend every waking moment with him before. Nothing has changed since then.” Alyssa glowered at Kasita and the mimic’s incessant questioning. “Just relax some. We’re here to talk to Jason. Brakkt’s not going anywhere.” “He’s going to Illuna. And he isn’t going to be back for three days? Are…
    • Idyll

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      by Tower Curator Alyssa woke to blinding sunlight, an unfamiliar ceiling, and the drums of war thumping inside her head. Without even moving a muscle, she closed her eyes and tried to will away the pounding. It didn’t work. If anything, consciousness only made it worse. Her tongue stuck to the dry roof of her mouth in an unpleasant manner. Sweat coated her body despite her feeling a little chilled. Even with that chill, there was a warmth to the side of her body, with her left arm being weighed down. By…
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