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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 10 How the Bones Fell
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 litterSoon after, the last of the light disappeared, leaving the cell in darkness. Mao lay down to sleep, only to toss and turn with fever.
“I hear something,” Chue said after a while, and Mao roused herself with difficulty.
Chue moved to where she could ambush anyone entering the room, and Mao readied the blanket.
When the door opened, the two brothers stepped in, one carrying a torch. Chue had her cord around Cudgel’s neck before he knew what was happening. Mao was slower. She stumbled toward the second man and missed his head with the blanket. Instead, the torchlight vanished as the blanket enveloped it.
Mao’s opponent swung blindly, landing a glancing blow to her shoulder. Mao spun, fell, and dropped the blanket on the floor, where it lay smoking amid a #litter of dishes.
With one savage kick at Mao, her opponent turned to help his brother, who was desperately pulling at the tightly wound cord around his neck.
Mao grabbed at her attacker’s ankles only to be kicked aside again. She landed, face pressed against the blanket. She coughed, inhaling the smoke from the smoldering wool. The embers burned her cheek. Half-rising, she grabbed the torch and swung at her opponent.
The embers flared as they whistled through the air, and flames licked up through holes in the cloth.
The blow landed just below the man’s knee, and he staggered.
“Jese, bitch,” the man swore, kicking at her once more.
Behind him, his brother slumped soundlessly to the floor. Chue scooped up his cudgel. There was a sharp crack, and the second man toppled, joining his brother on the ground.
“Chue thinks we should go before someone else comes,” and with those words, she helped Mao to her feet.
Mao staggered, then reluctantly allowed Chue to help her move out into the hall.
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 10 How the Bones Fell
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 litterSoon after, the last of the light disappeared, leaving the cell in darkness. Mao lay down to sleep, only to toss and turn with fever.
“I hear something,” Chue said after a while, and Mao roused herself with difficulty.
Chue moved to where she could ambush anyone entering the room, and Mao readied the blanket.
When the door opened, the two brothers stepped in, one carrying a torch. Chue had her cord around Cudgel’s neck before he knew what was happening. Mao was slower. She stumbled toward the second man and missed his head with the blanket. Instead, the torchlight vanished as the blanket enveloped it.
Mao’s opponent swung blindly, landing a glancing blow to her shoulder. Mao spun, fell, and dropped the blanket on the floor, where it lay smoking amid a #litter of dishes.
With one savage kick at Mao, her opponent turned to help his brother, who was desperately pulling at the tightly wound cord around his neck.
Mao grabbed at her attacker’s ankles only to be kicked aside again. She landed, face pressed against the blanket. She coughed, inhaling the smoke from the smoldering wool. The embers burned her cheek. Half-rising, she grabbed the torch and swung at her opponent.
The embers flared as they whistled through the air, and flames licked up through holes in the cloth.
The blow landed just below the man’s knee, and he staggered.
“Jese, bitch,” the man swore, kicking at her once more.
Behind him, his brother slumped soundlessly to the floor. Chue scooped up his cudgel. There was a sharp crack, and the second man toppled, joining his brother on the ground.
“Chue thinks we should go before someone else comes,” and with those words, she helped Mao to her feet.
Mao staggered, then reluctantly allowed Chue to help her move out into the hall.
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 10 How the Bones Fell
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 litterSoon after, the last of the light disappeared, leaving the cell in darkness. Mao lay down to sleep, only to toss and turn with fever.
“I hear something,” Chue said after a while, and Mao roused herself with difficulty.
Chue moved to where she could ambush anyone entering the room, and Mao readied the blanket.
When the door opened, the two brothers stepped in, one carrying a torch. Chue had her cord around Cudgel’s neck before he knew what was happening. Mao was slower. She stumbled toward the second man and missed his head with the blanket. Instead, the torchlight vanished as the blanket enveloped it.
Mao’s opponent swung blindly, landing a glancing blow to her shoulder. Mao spun, fell, and dropped the blanket on the floor, where it lay smoking amid a #litter of dishes.
With one savage kick at Mao, her opponent turned to help his brother, who was desperately pulling at the tightly wound cord around his neck.
Mao grabbed at her attacker’s ankles only to be kicked aside again. She landed, face pressed against the blanket. She coughed, inhaling the smoke from the smoldering wool. The embers burned her cheek. Half-rising, she grabbed the torch and swung at her opponent.
The embers flared as they whistled through the air, and flames licked up through holes in the cloth.
The blow landed just below the man’s knee, and he staggered.
“Jese, bitch,” the man swore, kicking at her once more.
Behind him, his brother slumped soundlessly to the floor. Chue scooped up his cudgel. There was a sharp crack, and the second man toppled, joining his brother on the ground.
“Chue thinks we should go before someone else comes,” and with those words, she helped Mao to her feet.
Mao staggered, then reluctantly allowed Chue to help her move out into the hall.
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 10 How the Bones Fell
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 litterSoon after, the last of the light disappeared, leaving the cell in darkness. Mao lay down to sleep, only to toss and turn with fever.
“I hear something,” Chue said after a while, and Mao roused herself with difficulty.
Chue moved to where she could ambush anyone entering the room, and Mao readied the blanket.
When the door opened, the two brothers stepped in, one carrying a torch. Chue had her cord around Cudgel’s neck before he knew what was happening. Mao was slower. She stumbled toward the second man and missed his head with the blanket. Instead, the torchlight vanished as the blanket enveloped it.
Mao’s opponent swung blindly, landing a glancing blow to her shoulder. Mao spun, fell, and dropped the blanket on the floor, where it lay smoking amid a #litter of dishes.
With one savage kick at Mao, her opponent turned to help his brother, who was desperately pulling at the tightly wound cord around his neck.
Mao grabbed at her attacker’s ankles only to be kicked aside again. She landed, face pressed against the blanket. She coughed, inhaling the smoke from the smoldering wool. The embers burned her cheek. Half-rising, she grabbed the torch and swung at her opponent.
The embers flared as they whistled through the air, and flames licked up through holes in the cloth.
The blow landed just below the man’s knee, and he staggered.
“Jese, bitch,” the man swore, kicking at her once more.
Behind him, his brother slumped soundlessly to the floor. Chue scooped up his cudgel. There was a sharp crack, and the second man toppled, joining his brother on the ground.
“Chue thinks we should go before someone else comes,” and with those words, she helped Mao to her feet.
Mao staggered, then reluctantly allowed Chue to help her move out into the hall.
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Apriltober continues, day 25. Two geology professors and an awkward space marine go to a party. Beer is drunk, flirting occurs. There is pizza, very important.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82270206/chapters/220783101
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Apriltober continues, day 25. Two geology professors and an awkward space marine go to a party. Beer is drunk, flirting occurs. There is pizza, very important.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82270206/chapters/220783101
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Apriltober continues, day 25. Two geology professors and an awkward space marine go to a party. Beer is drunk, flirting occurs. There is pizza, very important.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82270206/chapters/220783101
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Apriltober continues, day 25. Two geology professors and an awkward space marine go to a party. Beer is drunk, flirting occurs. There is pizza, very important.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82270206/chapters/220783101
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Fanfic not so bad if used for growing as a writer #NovelIdeas #LiteraryArt #author #amwriting #writingcommunity inventingrealityediting.com/2...
Fanfic not so bad if used for ... -
Note to self this is apparently what word count definitions there are according to Wikipedia
Classification - Word count
Novel - 40,000 words or over
Novella - 17,500 to 39,999 words
Novelette - 7,500 to 17,499 words
Short story - up to 7,500 words -
Note to self this is apparently what word count definitions there are according to Wikipedia
Classification - Word count
Novel - 40,000 words or over
Novella - 17,500 to 39,999 words
Novelette - 7,500 to 17,499 words
Short story - up to 7,500 words -
Note to self this is apparently what word count definitions there are according to Wikipedia
Classification - Word count
Novel - 40,000 words or over
Novella - 17,500 to 39,999 words
Novelette - 7,500 to 17,499 words
Short story - up to 7,500 words -
Note to self this is apparently what word count definitions there are according to Wikipedia
Classification - Word count
Novel - 40,000 words or over
Novella - 17,500 to 39,999 words
Novelette - 7,500 to 17,499 words
Short story - up to 7,500 words -
Book 8: 2026
Fanfiction but it was about 30,00 words so I am counting it as a short novel.It's about my current hyperfixation and titled: 'Error 404'
Fictional character gains sentience and breaks the fourth wall. Romance between Character and Main Character in fanfic ensues.
Also heartbreak.
Also a brilliant ending ! -
Book 8: 2026
Fanfiction but it was about 30,00 words so I am counting it as a short novel.It's about my current hyperfixation and titled: 'Error 404'
Fictional character gains sentience and breaks the fourth wall. Romance between Character and Main Character in fanfic ensues.
Also heartbreak.
Also a brilliant ending ! -
Book 8: 2026
Fanfiction but it was about 30,00 words so I am counting it as a short novel.It's about my current hyperfixation and titled: 'Error 404'
Fictional character gains sentience and breaks the fourth wall. Romance between Character and Main Character in fanfic ensues.
Also heartbreak.
Also a brilliant ending ! -
Book 8: 2026
Fanfiction but it was about 30,00 words so I am counting it as a short novel.It's about my current hyperfixation and titled: 'Error 404'
Fictional character gains sentience and breaks the fourth wall. Romance between Character and Main Character in fanfic ensues.
Also heartbreak.
Also a brilliant ending ! -
Apriltober days 21 & 22. I finished the "only one bed" story yesterday with a pizza party. Today was more comfort food, as two gals chat about mechs (good) and giant flying space fish (those can all die).
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82270206/chapters/220301331
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Apriltober days 21 & 22. I finished the "only one bed" story yesterday with a pizza party. Today was more comfort food, as two gals chat about mechs (good) and giant flying space fish (those can all die).
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82270206/chapters/220301331
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Apriltober days 21 & 22. I finished the "only one bed" story yesterday with a pizza party. Today was more comfort food, as two gals chat about mechs (good) and giant flying space fish (those can all die).
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82270206/chapters/220301331
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Apriltober days 21 & 22. I finished the "only one bed" story yesterday with a pizza party. Today was more comfort food, as two gals chat about mechs (good) and giant flying space fish (those can all die).
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82270206/chapters/220301331
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2017 Wanda was on a side quest that I’m still proud of to this day. I was one of those ao3 fanfic authors with an “English isn't my first language” author’s note. I ain't gonna take my fics (yes, plural) down.
#fanfic #yurionice #anime #crossoverAU #tokyoghoul #ao3 -
v4.5 released!
* i tested literally every quest of both expansion packs with my mod and they work great :3
* Voryn now has dialogue for any of the Almsivi deaths
https://www.nexusmods.com/morrowind/mods/58423?tab=docs
#gaming #retrogaming #rpg #tes #morrowind #gamedev #mods #writing #fanfic
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Stone… Err, Knife Soup 2 of 2
#Fanfic #WanderingWitch
#Wss366 redolent“Now for the first ingredient,” I said as I looked about for a stone. What met my eyes were cobblestones filthy with cow manure. That would never do. Even I wouldn’t eat something made with such a foul ingredient.
I quickly opened my bag and produced… “A knife the fairies gave me,” I said. “It was used to cut the heavenly fruit served to Queen Mauve. In acknowledgment, she blessed it with the property to infuse broth with the most wonderful flavors.”
"But alas, it will just be broth—flavorful, nutritious, but thin," I said, dropping the knife into the pot with a flourish and stirred the water. "If only we had a few potatoes."
A thin woman nudged the man next to her, whispering something in his ear.
He nodded, ran off, and soon reappeared with a few potatoes. “Been saving them, just in case. But if you can feed us all, then it’s worth it.”
I took the potatoes and frowned. My knife was in the pot. "Can someone lend me a knife?"
A boy soon produced one, and the potatoes went into the pot, skin and all.
“It’s a shame,” I said. “A good potato soup requires carrots, but this will be filling even without them.”
Another farmer ran off, and soon, I had a bunch of carrots, which also went into the broth.
“Perhaps someone has some leeks or onions,” I said. “Oh, what a wonderful stew it would be with just a few.”
As before, I soon had my ingredients, as well as a head of cabbage, mushrooms, and a rutabaga.
I took a sip. "Wonderful! The flavors imparted by the knife blend so well with your ingredients. It needs only one more thing.”
I made a show of checking my robes, revealing empty pockets. “The fairies took off with my salt and pepper. What is soup without those?” They might as well take the blame, I thought, for lack of spices.
Several people turned on a man who was slightly better dressed than the rest, and I do mean slightly. “Well, Mayor?” they demanded.
“Yes, yes, of course,” he said and headed off, soon to reappear with the requested items.
“I have some rosemary,” a young woman approached, offering me a sprig.
“And I have sage,” someone else said, thrusting it into my hands.
“Mm, this smells good,” I said, adding the seasoning. Indeed, the air was #redolent with the savory smell of soup.
Taking one last stir, I announced: "It should be ready by the time someone fetches bowls."
And as for me, belly full, I was content. I scooped up my knife, saying, “Your generosity fills my heart with gladness. There will be no need to erect a monument to me,” and left town.
And who was this fabulous cook? This modest genius? A procurer of ingredients from thin air and thinner peasants?
It was I, Elaina, the Wandering Witch!
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Stone… Err, Knife Soup 2 of 2
#Fanfic #WanderingWitch
#Wss366 redolent“Now for the first ingredient,” I said as I looked about for a stone. What met my eyes were cobblestones filthy with cow manure. That would never do. Even I wouldn’t eat something made with such a foul ingredient.
I quickly opened my bag and produced… “A knife the fairies gave me,” I said. “It was used to cut the heavenly fruit served to Queen Mauve. In acknowledgment, she blessed it with the property to infuse broth with the most wonderful flavors.”
"But alas, it will just be broth—flavorful, nutritious, but thin," I said, dropping the knife into the pot with a flourish and stirred the water. "If only we had a few potatoes."
A thin woman nudged the man next to her, whispering something in his ear.
He nodded, ran off, and soon reappeared with a few potatoes. “Been saving them, just in case. But if you can feed us all, then it’s worth it.”
I took the potatoes and frowned. My knife was in the pot. "Can someone lend me a knife?"
A boy soon produced one, and the potatoes went into the pot, skin and all.
“It’s a shame,” I said. “A good potato soup requires carrots, but this will be filling even without them.”
Another farmer ran off, and soon, I had a bunch of carrots, which also went into the broth.
“Perhaps someone has some leeks or onions,” I said. “Oh, what a wonderful stew it would be with just a few.”
As before, I soon had my ingredients, as well as a head of cabbage, mushrooms, and a rutabaga.
I took a sip. "Wonderful! The flavors imparted by the knife blend so well with your ingredients. It needs only one more thing.”
I made a show of checking my robes, revealing empty pockets. “The fairies took off with my salt and pepper. What is soup without those?” They might as well take the blame, I thought, for lack of spices.
Several people turned on a man who was slightly better dressed than the rest, and I do mean slightly. “Well, Mayor?” they demanded.
“Yes, yes, of course,” he said and headed off, soon to reappear with the requested items.
“I have some rosemary,” a young woman approached, offering me a sprig.
“And I have sage,” someone else said, thrusting it into my hands.
“Mm, this smells good,” I said, adding the seasoning. Indeed, the air was #redolent with the savory smell of soup.
Taking one last stir, I announced: "It should be ready by the time someone fetches bowls."
And as for me, belly full, I was content. I scooped up my knife, saying, “Your generosity fills my heart with gladness. There will be no need to erect a monument to me,” and left town.
And who was this fabulous cook? This modest genius? A procurer of ingredients from thin air and thinner peasants?
It was I, Elaina, the Wandering Witch!
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Stone… Err, Knife Soup 2 of 2
#Fanfic #WanderingWitch
#Wss366 redolent“Now for the first ingredient,” I said as I looked about for a stone. What met my eyes were cobblestones filthy with cow manure. That would never do. Even I wouldn’t eat something made with such a foul ingredient.
I quickly opened my bag and produced… “A knife the fairies gave me,” I said. “It was used to cut the heavenly fruit served to Queen Mauve. In acknowledgment, she blessed it with the property to infuse broth with the most wonderful flavors.”
"But alas, it will just be broth—flavorful, nutritious, but thin," I said, dropping the knife into the pot with a flourish and stirred the water. "If only we had a few potatoes."
A thin woman nudged the man next to her, whispering something in his ear.
He nodded, ran off, and soon reappeared with a few potatoes. “Been saving them, just in case. But if you can feed us all, then it’s worth it.”
I took the potatoes and frowned. My knife was in the pot. "Can someone lend me a knife?"
A boy soon produced one, and the potatoes went into the pot, skin and all.
“It’s a shame,” I said. “A good potato soup requires carrots, but this will be filling even without them.”
Another farmer ran off, and soon, I had a bunch of carrots, which also went into the broth.
“Perhaps someone has some leeks or onions,” I said. “Oh, what a wonderful stew it would be with just a few.”
As before, I soon had my ingredients, as well as a head of cabbage, mushrooms, and a rutabaga.
I took a sip. "Wonderful! The flavors imparted by the knife blend so well with your ingredients. It needs only one more thing.”
I made a show of checking my robes, revealing empty pockets. “The fairies took off with my salt and pepper. What is soup without those?” They might as well take the blame, I thought, for lack of spices.
Several people turned on a man who was slightly better dressed than the rest, and I do mean slightly. “Well, Mayor?” they demanded.
“Yes, yes, of course,” he said and headed off, soon to reappear with the requested items.
“I have some rosemary,” a young woman approached, offering me a sprig.
“And I have sage,” someone else said, thrusting it into my hands.
“Mm, this smells good,” I said, adding the seasoning. Indeed, the air was #redolent with the savory smell of soup.
Taking one last stir, I announced: "It should be ready by the time someone fetches bowls."
And as for me, belly full, I was content. I scooped up my knife, saying, “Your generosity fills my heart with gladness. There will be no need to erect a monument to me,” and left town.
And who was this fabulous cook? This modest genius? A procurer of ingredients from thin air and thinner peasants?
It was I, Elaina, the Wandering Witch!
