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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 1,021
    Words 3.6 M
    Comments 5,253
    Reading 12 days, 13 hours12 d, 13 h
    • Dead Language 04

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      by Tower Curator Armored Up “Captain. I have purchased a pair of Phalanx CIWS autocannons and a crew to install them. However, I do not trust the installation team. I’m counting on you and the rest of the Lunar Dial to keep them out of the ship proper. If they claim they need to get inside to hook up systems or whatever, kick them off the ship. If they need to access anything other than the bolt holes on the top of the deck, kick them off the ship. They are to mount the cannons and nothing else. I’ve already…
    • Dead Language 03

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      by Tower Curator Missile Attack The Lunar Dial had no mounted weaponry. It was hard enough stopping in ports around the world as it was. The ship was registered as a luxury yacht in most of their frequented civilian destinations even though it was a customized K130 Braunschweig class corvette. Unlike most yachts, the ship had a distinct militaristic profile. Even random civilians would point to the Lunar Dial and think that it was a military ship. Trying to pull into a dock with a 76mm gun sitting on the deck, several…
    • Dead Language 02

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      by Tower Curator Meet Dorothy Alister leaned over the railing surrounding the Lunar Dial’s helipad, watching the ship’s wake mar the otherwise glassy ocean. There were two trucks and a modified humvee strapped down, but they didn’t occupy too much of the overall space. The flight deck didn’t see much use except perhaps as an exercise area when the weight room got a little too stuffy for the crew. For the most part, the exercise room held only weights. There were two treadmills, but the stuffiness tended to get a…
    • Duality 01

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      by Tower Curator The Family “What is the difference between a hero and a villain?” The man stared at me as if I had two heads. In today’s society, having two heads would be an uncommon sight, but not one that anyone on the street would gawk at for too long. That was just how unique today’s world was. People were different now than they were before. So instead, it would be more accurate to say that he stared at me as if he couldn’t understand how someone old enough to be in high school could possibly ask…
    • Specter 02

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      by Tower Curator Adam's eyes fluttered open as a groan escaped his lips. His tongue ran along his teeth. A coppery taste stuck around, almost as if he had been sucking on a penny. The light bulbs hanging from the ceiling were dancing around. Swaying this way and that. He knew that they weren't moving. There probably wasn't even more than one. It was his eyes that were having trouble focusing. And that ringing in his ears was not helping. He reached up to slam his hand down on his alarm clock only to nearly fall…
    • Specter 01

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      by Tower Curator "Final call for bets. You've got five minutes. Get 'em in before it's too late!" Cecilia Takala ignored the announcement and its repetitions in several other languages, choosing instead to sweep her gaze over the excited patrons. She had invited a great many people from all over the globe. Many of them were enemies of each other, but so far there hadn't been any incidents. Something Cecilia was going to credit the brilliance of her assigned seating and the required masks. Few people were sitting near…
    • Analyst 01

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      by Tower Curator Sera walked through the darkened streets with half-lidded eyes. Her hair hung around her face as she shambled forwards, not quite looking where she was going but knowing exactly how far away her destination was all the same. Fiddling with a coin in her hands, she flipped it up high into the air. "Heads," she mumbled to herself before even catching the spinning metal. She snatched it out of the air and slapped it to her wrist. Looking was redundant as she already knew she was right. Still, she…
    • Demi-God 03

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      by Tower Curator For as much as she enjoyed coming to the city, Victoria couldn't say that she wanted to live in it. The tall buildings were impressive and the paved roads had her cart moving nice and smooth. The markets were both amazing and convenient with their fresh goods available every morning. A shoe shop on one corner hustled customers in and out while advertising the finest leather. More to her interests, a watchmaker's workshop sat along the street. All sorts of mechanical wonders hung in its windows. Most,…
    • Demi-God 02

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      by Tower Curator Time passed by Victoria without her really noticing. She fell into a daze as people whirled about around her at an accelerated rate. Mama had come into the room shortly after. Questions flew around, none that Victoria really had answers to. She had been ushered off to a side room where Mama came in and out to offer comfort and the occasional glass of water. Had she fallen asleep? Probably. She couldn't remember any dreams, but she felt refreshed upon waking. Perhaps a lack of dreams was for the best.…
    • Demi-God 01

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      by Tower Curator "This is it men! Keep him down. You only need to hold out a little longer! For humanity. For the future!" Xerthus gripped the reins of his wyvern as the enchantment on his voice fell away, angling it to the side to avoid a pike of lightning that flew through the air. Clenching his fist, Xerthus formed a lightning pike of his own. As tall as a grown man and as wide as a warrior's arm, he threw it down at the god below. Ddraicoatl caught it with his bare chest. He could do nothing else. The…
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