Michael Coorlim

Author's details

Name: Michael Coorlim
Date registered: October 12, 2013
URL: http://www.mcoorlim.com

Biography

Michael Coorlim is a blogger, screenwriter, and author of fast-paced character-driven fiction living in the city of Chicago. He writes stories about believable characters in fantastic situations, including the best-selling Galvanic Century series of steampunk mysteries and thrillers. He’s a big proponent of self-published and independently published books, and writes the indie book blog Book Nouveau. In addition to his professional work, he is an avid gamer and total foodie.

Latest posts

  1. Chief: Rendezvous — February 3, 2014
  2. Chief: Searching — December 2, 2013
  3. He: Crew — November 18, 2013
  4. He: Shorn — November 4, 2013
  5. He: Awareness — October 21, 2013

Author's posts listings

Feb 03

Chief: Rendezvous

The girl’s words echoed through the corridors. Chief stopped short, and Kid almost bumped into him. A warm flash of irritation ran through him and he gave the young man a shove, sending him stumbling back towards Red. “What the hell?” The big man caught him and glared at Chief. “Be careful,” Chief snapped. “Was …

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Dec 02

Chief: Searching

Chief led the way out of the central room with confidence, his gait strong and natural, his gaze fixed on some point ahead. He pulled the jumpsuit he wore up over his upper body as he walked, zipping it up to his neck. Red followed behind, still unsteady on his feet. Kid hustled to keep …

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Nov 18

He: Crew

He watched dispassionately as the skinny adolescent vomited forth a great quantity of light amber fluid. The young man — almost a boy, really — convulsed violently as he retched, almost to the point where the man watching him thought he might snap his spine with his seizing. Was that a thing? Was that something …

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Nov 04

He: Shorn

Each scrape of the razor’s edge sent more of the soft dense cloud of dark hair to the tiled floor. When he was reaping swaths of it from around his head, bunched up in a mahogany fist, all he felt was a slight tugging sensation. He preferred the feel of the cool blade against his …

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Oct 21

He: Awareness

His dark skin stood out like shadow against the pristine white walls of the corner he’d crawled over to. The gel on his flesh and in his hair had crusted into a pale orange as it dried out, flaking off any time he made any small movement. His breathing had gradually slowed from its shuddering …

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