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The tiny island community surveyed the devastation the typhoon had caused. Fishing boats were tossed onto the land, buildings levelled, and the bridge linking them to the next island had been torn apart by the waves.

On the horizon, the wall of the other side of the typhoon's eye approached.

From inside the storm shelter a voice yelled "There's an aid flight coming in! Wait! No! No! They've taken a lightning hit, and lost power! They're going down!"

The few who had left to do a quick survey ran back, but just as they reached the entrance they froze as a terrific roar filled the air.

Looking back, they saw a huge shadow in the storm wall. The enraged roar came again, and a giant reptilian shape burst from the clouds, bat-like wings beating against the wind.

The dragon flew at the island, and landed just outside the shelter, wings covering most of the remains of the settlement's buildings.

In the dragon's left foreclaw was the fuselage of an aircraft, wings ripped off. It set it down.

The hatch opened, and a woman got out. She looked up. The dragon raised its head and stared at her. "I told you I should have made the flight" it growled.
"If it hadn't been for that lightning strike, I would have been fine."
"And yet here we are."
"Sorry, love."
"You are safe now, that is all that really matters. And the emergency supplies are here."
The woman looked at the small group huddled at the entrance to the storm shelter.
"And this is why I thought I should do it."
The dragon lowered its head. "I suppose."
She called out "Don't worry, she's here to help. I need a hand getting the supplies out before the eye passes. Come *on*."
One man, braver than the others started towards her. "Miss?"
"Freddy", she gestured to the dragon, "and this is Emerald." She climbed back in, and a larger hatch at the rear opened. "Come on, form a chain. Quickly!"

The rest of the small group who had ventured out, formed a line, and passed the packages of supplies and equipment into the shelter.

Emerald rumbled "Inside Freddy. I'll guard."

Freddy reached up, and kissed Emerald's snout "Thanks for the save, love", then she turned and ran into the shelter.

The doors closed just as the winds of the typhoon hit again. Emerald gripped the ground, and used her wings to protect the wrecked aircraft. It might be so much junk now, but it was Freddy's pride and joy. So she would protect what was left of it.

#SF #SFF #Fantasy #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting #Dragon

The tiny island community surveyed the devastation the typhoon had caused. Fishing boats were tossed onto the land, buildings levelled, and the bridge linking them to the next island had been torn apart by the waves.

On the horizon, the wall of the other side of the typhoon's eye approached.

From inside the storm shelter a voice yelled "There's an aid flight coming in! Wait! No! No! They've taken a lightning hit, and lost power! They're going down!"

The few who had left to do a quick survey ran back, but just as they reached the entrance they froze as a terrific roar filled the air.

Looking back, they saw a huge shadow in the storm wall. The enraged roar came again, and a giant reptilian shape burst from the clouds, bat-like wings beating against the wind.

The dragon flew at the island, and landed just outside the shelter, wings covering most of the remains of the settlement's buildings.

In the dragon's left foreclaw was the fuselage of an aircraft, wings ripped off. It set it down.

The hatch opened, and a woman got out. She looked up. The dragon raised its head and stared at her. "I told you I should have made the flight" it growled.
"If it hadn't been for that lightning strike, I would have been fine."
"And yet here we are."
"Sorry, love."
"You are safe now, that is all that really matters. And the emergency supplies are here."
The woman looked at the small group huddled at the entrance to the storm shelter.
"And this is why I thought I should do it."
The dragon lowered its head. "I suppose."
She called out "Don't worry, she's here to help. I need a hand getting the supplies out before the eye passes. Come *on*."
One man, braver than the others started towards her. "Miss?"
"Freddy", she gestured to the dragon, "and this is Emerald." She climbed back in, and a larger hatch at the rear opened. "Come on, form a chain. Quickly!"

The rest of the small group who had ventured out, formed a line, and passed the packages of supplies and equipment into the shelter.

Emerald rumbled "Inside Freddy. I'll guard."

Freddy reached up, and kissed Emerald's snout "Thanks for the save, love", then she turned and ran into the shelter.

The doors closed just as the winds of the typhoon hit again. Emerald gripped the ground, and used her wings to protect the wrecked aircraft. It might be so much junk now, but it was Freddy's pride and joy. So she would protect what was left of it.

#SF #SFF #Fantasy #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting #Dragon

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The Catgirl Visitation 2/2

Doctor Smith started to stand, and Silver jumped down from the arm of the chair to help him. "Lady Miller", he inclined his head, "I am Doctor Smith, and this is Silver."
Ami felt Twilly go very still next to her.
"You" Twilly hissed.
Silver tensed again, but the older man just raised a hand "I suspected you might recognise me. I come seeking aid."
Twilly made her fur settle, and then took the seat opposite the one the doctor had been sitting in. "Rayo, please serve tea."
Rayo brought the trolley over, and served tea, first to Silver, then to Lady Miller, then the doctor, and finally to Ami.
Twilly took a sip, exhaled, and then spoke "Now Doctor Smith, why should I aid you?"
"Because I am dying, Lady Miller. And Ai was not the first cyborg I built. The project that created Ai let me siphon off materials to create Silver here."
"Why?"
"Because my dear little girl was dying, Lady Miller. She was dying. Cancer. But I still had to deliver on the project. I knew the late Lady Miller had been snooping around. I may have been less careful than I should have been with some records."
"On purpose."
"Indeed."
"And how can the Catgirl Trust aid you, doctor?"
"It was Silver's idea, although she has since had second, third, fourth, fifth, and many subsequent thoughts about it. I find it elegant."
"And what is that idea?"
"That your people, aided by my blueprints, should do to me what I did to my kitten."
"Again, why?"
Silver spoke up "Because Joseph is dying, Lady Miller. Lung cancer."
Ami inspected the doctor with more care "Metastasised?" she asked.
"Yes. The estimates are three to six months" Silver replied.

Twilly looked from Silver, hovering over the doctor protectively, to the doctor himself, and then looked to Ami. "Second opinion?"
Ami considered for a moment "It is a big step for us, but I think your mother would approve."
"I agree. And he did what he could to save Silver. Rayo?"
"Señora, it feels right."
"Ai," Twilly raised her voice a fraction, "Come meet your sister."
The door opened and Ai entered cautiously "Sister?"
"Yes, Ai, this is Silver. And Doctor Smith, I believe we can help you."

#Catgirls #SF #SFF #SciFi #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting

@ami_angelwings
The Catgirl Visitation 2/2

Doctor Smith started to stand, and Silver jumped down from the arm of the chair to help him. "Lady Miller", he inclined his head, "I am Doctor Smith, and this is Silver."
Ami felt Twilly go very still next to her.
"You" Twilly hissed.
Silver tensed again, but the older man just raised a hand "I suspected you might recognise me. I come seeking aid."
Twilly made her fur settle, and then took the seat opposite the one the doctor had been sitting in. "Rayo, please serve tea."
Rayo brought the trolley over, and served tea, first to Silver, then to Lady Miller, then the doctor, and finally to Ami.
Twilly took a sip, exhaled, and then spoke "Now Doctor Smith, why should I aid you?"
"Because I am dying, Lady Miller. And Ai was not the first cyborg I built. The project that created Ai let me siphon off materials to create Silver here."
"Why?"
"Because my dear little girl was dying, Lady Miller. She was dying. Cancer. But I still had to deliver on the project. I knew the late Lady Miller had been snooping around. I may have been less careful than I should have been with some records."
"On purpose."
"Indeed."
"And how can the Catgirl Trust aid you, doctor?"
"It was Silver's idea, although she has since had second, third, fourth, fifth, and many subsequent thoughts about it. I find it elegant."
"And what is that idea?"
"That your people, aided by my blueprints, should do to me what I did to my kitten."
"Again, why?"
Silver spoke up "Because Joseph is dying, Lady Miller. Lung cancer."
Ami inspected the doctor with more care "Metastasised?" she asked.
"Yes. The estimates are three to six months" Silver replied.

Twilly looked from Silver, hovering over the doctor protectively, to the doctor himself, and then looked to Ami. "Second opinion?"
Ami considered for a moment "It is a big step for us, but I think your mother would approve."
"I agree. And he did what he could to save Silver. Rayo?"
"Señora, it feels right."
"Ai," Twilly raised her voice a fraction, "Come meet your sister."
The door opened and Ai entered cautiously "Sister?"
"Yes, Ai, this is Silver. And Doctor Smith, I believe we can help you."

#Catgirls #SF #SFF #SciFi #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting

The Catgirl Visitation 1/2

Outside of routine deliveries, visitors to the Miller manor were rare. Rarer still were unexpected visitors. It was, therefore, a source of considerable curiosity when a cab - all the way from London - pulled up unannounced on a Monday morning. But as curious as everyone was, no-one approached. They waited.

Two people got out. One had a tail.

Rayo, dressed in an approximation of a butler's uniform, answered the door. Standing at the door was a man in his fifties, just starting to grey at the temples, leaning on a cane. Next to him was a catgirl with bright blue ears and tail, dressed in a neat business blazer and skirt.
"Good morning. I am Doctor Joseph Smith, and this is Silver. I apologise for arriving unannounced, but I need to speak with Lady Twillychiss Miller", his voice had a slight wheeze to it, but still had a strength.
Rayo considered the pair for a moment before replying "Of course, señor Doctor and señorita Silver. This way."

She led them into a study, and went to Twilly's office. "Señora Miller? There are guests in the west room. A Doctor Smith, and one of us, señora, named Silver."

Twilly put down the intelligence report and looked up "I don't recognise either of those names. How curious. Please fetch tea, and I will be down in a moment."
After Rayo departed, Twilly picked up the phone "Please have Ai and Ami join me outside the west room in five minutes."

In the west room, Silver perched on the arm of the chair that Doctor Smith was sitting in "Are you sure about this, Joseph?" she asked.
"Yes, Silver, for the umpteenth time, yes, I am sure."
"I sensed many weapon systems in the area."
"We expected that. Your sister, at least, is here."
"All the same, I don't know that I can keep you safe."
"They are being polite so far. What about the one that answered the door."
"She had no weapons. I think she was completely biological."
"See? Quite polite."
"There are three of them outside. One has extensive weaponry" Silver's eyes widened as she spoke, and her tail started to lash.
"Easy now - they are probably just taking some precautions."

The door opened, and the Siamese-coloured butler catgirl entered "Lady Twillychiss Miller and señorita Ami" she announced . Rayo left the door open for a moment, then wheeled in a tea trolley. She stood by it, closing the door.

#Catgirls #SFF #SF #SciFi #microfic #microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting

@ami_angelwings your namesake is back on screen :)

The Catgirl Visitation 1/2

Outside of routine deliveries, visitors to the Miller manor were rare. Rarer still were unexpected visitors. It was, therefore, a source of considerable curiosity when a cab - all the way from London - pulled up unannounced on a Monday morning. But as curious as everyone was, no-one approached. They waited.

Two people got out. One had a tail.

Rayo, dressed in an approximation of a butler's uniform, answered the door. Standing at the door was a man in his fifties, just starting to grey at the temples, leaning on a cane. Next to him was a catgirl with bright blue ears and tail, dressed in a neat business blazer and skirt.
"Good morning. I am Doctor Joseph Smith, and this is Silver. I apologise for arriving unannounced, but I need to speak with Lady Twillychiss Miller", his voice had a slight wheeze to it, but still had a strength.
Rayo considered the pair for a moment before replying "Of course, señor Doctor and señorita Silver. This way."

She led them into a study, and went to Twilly's office. "Señora Miller? There are guests in the west room. A Doctor Smith, and one of us, señora, named Silver."

Twilly put down the intelligence report and looked up "I don't recognise either of those names. How curious. Please fetch tea, and I will be down in a moment."
After Rayo departed, Twilly picked up the phone "Please have Ai and Ami join me outside the west room in five minutes."

In the west room, Silver perched on the arm of the chair that Doctor Smith was sitting in "Are you sure about this, Joseph?" she asked.
"Yes, Silver, for the umpteenth time, yes, I am sure."
"I sensed many weapon systems in the area."
"We expected that. Your sister, at least, is here."
"All the same, I don't know that I can keep you safe."
"They are being polite so far. What about the one that answered the door."
"She had no weapons. I think she was completely biological."
"See? Quite polite."
"There are three of them outside. One has extensive weaponry" Silver's eyes widened as she spoke, and her tail started to lash.
"Easy now - they are probably just taking some precautions."

The door opened, and the Siamese-coloured butler catgirl entered "Lady Twillychiss Miller and señorita Ami" she announced . Rayo left the door open for a moment, then wheeled in a tea trolley. She stood by it, closing the door.

#Catgirls #SFF #SF #SciFi #microfic #microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting

@ami_angelwings your namesake is back on screen :)

The moment you are #writing your short story, you go to use a #conlang word, realize that the word is not what you meant, and now you have to go through all your stories and retcon its usage so the story you're working on now doesn't cause a continuity error. I love large universes. lol #writingcommunity #indieauthor #iamwriting

The moment you are #writing your short story, you go to use a #conlang word, realize that the word is not what you meant, and now you have to go through all your stories and retcon its usage so the story you're working on now doesn't cause a continuity error. I love large universes. lol #writingcommunity #indieauthor #iamwriting

The moment you are #writing your short story, you go to use a #conlang word, realize that the word is not what you meant, and now you have to go through all your stories and retcon its usage so the story you're working on now doesn't cause a continuity error. I love large universes. lol #writingcommunity #indieauthor #iamwriting

The moment you are #writing your short story, you go to use a #conlang word, realize that the word is not what you meant, and now you have to go through all your stories and retcon its usage so the story you're working on now doesn't cause a continuity error. I love large universes. lol #writingcommunity #indieauthor #iamwriting

The moment you are #writing your short story, you go to use a #conlang word, realize that the word is not what you meant, and now you have to go through all your stories and retcon its usage so the story you're working on now doesn't cause a continuity error. I love large universes. lol #writingcommunity #indieauthor #iamwriting

The power of being an author with memory issues - I just finished a chapter of the Urban Fantasy book after already "finishing" it yesterday. I had forgotten a massive bit from the end, and had to add it before starting the next chapter.

Now we will finally make it to Atlantis 2.0.
It has taken these guys like a decade of my time to make it there. :P

#IAmWriting #UrbanFantasy #Atlantis #Adventure #Fantasy #Bookstodon #BookFedi #IndieAuthor #DisabledAuthor #WIP

The power of being an author with memory issues - I just finished a chapter of the Urban Fantasy book after already "finishing" it yesterday. I had forgotten a massive bit from the end, and had to add it before starting the next chapter.

Now we will finally make it to Atlantis 2.0.
It has taken these guys like a decade of my time to make it there. :P

#IAmWriting #UrbanFantasy #Atlantis #Adventure #Fantasy #Bookstodon #BookFedi #IndieAuthor #DisabledAuthor #WIP

The power of being an author with memory issues - I just finished a chapter of the Urban Fantasy book after already "finishing" it yesterday. I had forgotten a massive bit from the end, and had to add it before starting the next chapter.

Now we will finally make it to Atlantis 2.0.
It has taken these guys like a decade of my time to make it there. :P

#IAmWriting #UrbanFantasy #Atlantis #Adventure #Fantasy #Bookstodon #BookFedi #IndieAuthor #DisabledAuthor #WIP

The power of being an author with memory issues - I just finished a chapter of the Urban Fantasy book after already "finishing" it yesterday. I had forgotten a massive bit from the end, and had to add it before starting the next chapter.

Now we will finally make it to Atlantis 2.0.
It has taken these guys like a decade of my time to make it there. :P

#IAmWriting #UrbanFantasy #Atlantis #Adventure #Fantasy #Bookstodon #BookFedi #IndieAuthor #DisabledAuthor #WIP

Alright, I took a plunge back to the Urban Fantasy book I have been writing on and off for ages now, and finished another chapter. (: There is only 5 left before I can get to the editing! :D

I did need to backtrack a bit since I had forgotten something in the last chapter and needed to add a bit to make things work as planned but...it was fun. (:

#IAmWriting #Bookstodon #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy

Alright, I took a plunge back to the Urban Fantasy book I have been writing on and off for ages now, and finished another chapter. (: There is only 5 left before I can get to the editing! :D

I did need to backtrack a bit since I had forgotten something in the last chapter and needed to add a bit to make things work as planned but...it was fun. (:

#IAmWriting #Bookstodon #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy

Alright, I took a plunge back to the Urban Fantasy book I have been writing on and off for ages now, and finished another chapter. (: There is only 5 left before I can get to the editing! :D

I did need to backtrack a bit since I had forgotten something in the last chapter and needed to add a bit to make things work as planned but...it was fun. (:

#IAmWriting #Bookstodon #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy

Alright, I took a plunge back to the Urban Fantasy book I have been writing on and off for ages now, and finished another chapter. (: There is only 5 left before I can get to the editing! :D

I did need to backtrack a bit since I had forgotten something in the last chapter and needed to add a bit to make things work as planned but...it was fun. (:

#IAmWriting #Bookstodon #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy

Six hundred years ago. Mother of All, Ironworker Clan lands.

The oldest of the histories talked of sky gods who could command up and down as easily as one could lift a hand. They flew in arrows of steel across the stars, and had brought people to this world.

Why? The histories did not say. Nor from where.

But today, steel arrows came from the sky. Within were not gods, but devils. More accurately, men, but they had the souls of devils.

They had ransacked the storehouses, taking food and pig iron. They had also raided families, taking the very youngest children with them.

There had been one attempt to stop them, but that had been met with a beam of fire from one of the arrows. Three houses were simply gone, nothing but a glowing pit remained.

Then the devils had returned to their arrows, and taken back to the skies. From there, they sent pillars of smoke that destroyed tracks and roads, cutting their valley off from aid.

And they were gone. Leaving loss and destruction behind them.

The speakers sent for help and warning to the other clans. And help would arrive quickly. They would need to excavate and hide shelters so that none would be stolen again. They would need food to get through the winter. And burnstone to restart the forges.

The speakers shared what they had learned from the minds of the raiders. They knew that their numbers were few. Which was why they stole children. There were too few of them for them to make families safely.

But strangest of all was the devils' language. A curious chaotic mess of a language. One that had no resemblance to the tongue of the people of the Mother of All.

The speakers would need to study it so that the devils could be understood.

But there was one thing that was understood: The devils would be back. And soon. But not to the Ironworkers Clan. Somewhere else.

So for now, preparation. Planning. And mourning those lost in fire, and those lost to the sky. For when those children returned - or more likely the children of those children, they would come as devils.

There was one final tragedy for the Ironworker Clan - least two of the taken were potentially speakers.

#SF #SFF #SciFi #SpaceOpera #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #ShamanSpace #IAmWriting

Six hundred years ago. Mother of All, Ironworker Clan lands.

The oldest of the histories talked of sky gods who could command up and down as easily as one could lift a hand. They flew in arrows of steel across the stars, and had brought people to this world.

Why? The histories did not say. Nor from where.

But today, steel arrows came from the sky. Within were not gods, but devils. More accurately, men, but they had the souls of devils.

They had ransacked the storehouses, taking food and pig iron. They had also raided families, taking the very youngest children with them.

There had been one attempt to stop them, but that had been met with a beam of fire from one of the arrows. Three houses were simply gone, nothing but a glowing pit remained.

Then the devils had returned to their arrows, and taken back to the skies. From there, they sent pillars of smoke that destroyed tracks and roads, cutting their valley off from aid.

And they were gone. Leaving loss and destruction behind them.

The speakers sent for help and warning to the other clans. And help would arrive quickly. They would need to excavate and hide shelters so that none would be stolen again. They would need food to get through the winter. And burnstone to restart the forges.

The speakers shared what they had learned from the minds of the raiders. They knew that their numbers were few. Which was why they stole children. There were too few of them for them to make families safely.

But strangest of all was the devils' language. A curious chaotic mess of a language. One that had no resemblance to the tongue of the people of the Mother of All.

The speakers would need to study it so that the devils could be understood.

But there was one thing that was understood: The devils would be back. And soon. But not to the Ironworkers Clan. Somewhere else.

So for now, preparation. Planning. And mourning those lost in fire, and those lost to the sky. For when those children returned - or more likely the children of those children, they would come as devils.

There was one final tragedy for the Ironworker Clan - least two of the taken were potentially speakers.

#SF #SFF #SciFi #SpaceOpera #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #ShamanSpace #IAmWriting

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I made a little cover teaser post to my kofi supporters - this time about my writing endevours. (It is a sketch I made for the short story that I had previously published with an old pen name, delisted, and forgotten about)

If you want to see these updates, all you need to do is to drop me a ko-fi, and for now the blog posts will be visible for you too. <3

https://ko-fi.com/post/Cover-Teaser-for-a-short-story-X0H123B11F

#blogpost #IAmWriting #IAmEditing #Bookstodon #ShortStory #Fantasy #Witches #Yule

I made a little cover teaser post to my kofi supporters - this time about my writing endevours. (It is a sketch I made for the short story that I had previously published with an old pen name, delisted, and forgotten about)

If you want to see these updates, all you need to do is to drop me a ko-fi, and for now the blog posts will be visible for you too. <3

https://ko-fi.com/post/Cover-Teaser-for-a-short-story-X0H123B11F

#blogpost #IAmWriting #IAmEditing #Bookstodon #ShortStory #Fantasy #Witches #Yule

I made a little cover teaser post to my kofi supporters - this time about my writing endevours. (It is a sketch I made for the short story that I had previously published with an old pen name, delisted, and forgotten about)

If you want to see these updates, all you need to do is to drop me a ko-fi, and for now the blog posts will be visible for you too. <3

https://ko-fi.com/post/Cover-Teaser-for-a-short-story-X0H123B11F

#blogpost #IAmWriting #IAmEditing #Bookstodon #ShortStory #Fantasy #Witches #Yule

I made a little cover teaser post to my kofi supporters - this time about my writing endevours. (It is a sketch I made for the short story that I had previously published with an old pen name, delisted, and forgotten about)

If you want to see these updates, all you need to do is to drop me a ko-fi, and for now the blog posts will be visible for you too. <3

https://ko-fi.com/post/Cover-Teaser-for-a-short-story-X0H123B11F

#blogpost #IAmWriting #IAmEditing #Bookstodon #ShortStory #Fantasy #Witches #Yule

The feeling when you find an old short story you had published in some point, pulled from sale because you swapped pen names, and forgot to put it back up.

Anyway, I gave it some light edits, and now it needs a new cover. (: It's just little something. A lighthearted short story in one of the far too many fantasy worlds I have created....

#IAmWriting #IAmEditing #eBook #ShortStory #Fantasy

The feeling when you find an old short story you had published in some point, pulled from sale because you swapped pen names, and forgot to put it back up.

Anyway, I gave it some light edits, and now it needs a new cover. (: It's just little something. A lighthearted short story in one of the far too many fantasy worlds I have created....

#IAmWriting #IAmEditing #eBook #ShortStory #Fantasy

The feeling when you find an old short story you had published in some point, pulled from sale because you swapped pen names, and forgot to put it back up.

Anyway, I gave it some light edits, and now it needs a new cover. (: It's just little something. A lighthearted short story in one of the far too many fantasy worlds I have created....

#IAmWriting #IAmEditing #eBook #ShortStory #Fantasy

The feeling when you find an old short story you had published in some point, pulled from sale because you swapped pen names, and forgot to put it back up.

Anyway, I gave it some light edits, and now it needs a new cover. (: It's just little something. A lighthearted short story in one of the far too many fantasy worlds I have created....

#IAmWriting #IAmEditing #eBook #ShortStory #Fantasy

Walter Justin Deanmoore looked at his hotel room. His belongings appeared to be all present, but what was not present was his suitcase.

Again.

Over the last ten years of near constant travel he had been through eight suitcases, seven travel packs, five trunks, and three duffel bags. All had vanished the day before he was due to check out. All had later surfaced in cities he had never visited and had absolutely watertight alibis for.

Which was a very good thing, because each time they had a body in them. A dead body. Sometimes the murderer had been caught, sometimes not.

Walter reached for the phone "Hello? I'd like to speak to the day manager." He waited for a few moments "Good afternoon, it is Deanmoore in 418. Has anyone left the hotel today with a green suitcase with black leather straps?"
He paused.
"Yes, it is an odd question. My suitcase is missing. My belongings are not, however. Just the suitcase."
Another pause.
"Seven? All at once? I see. I suggest you prepare your records for the police. No it is deadly serious."

He hung up and dialed again. "Hello? Yes, I'd like to report that there has almost certainly been a murder in or near the Green Field Hotel."
"No I don't know who or why. It is because my suitcase is missing."
He held the receiver away from his ear for a good minute.
"If you are quite finished, you could call the Marseille police, the New York police, or even Scotland Yard. Ask them about the Deanmoore Suitcases."
He took a breath.
"Yes, I am Walter Deanmoore. Yes. Seven people checked out earlier today with suitcases identical to mine. Right. Good. Thank-you."

Walter sat back. He was not getting his suitcase back, he was sure of that. But at least the killer - or killers - might not get so far this time.

#microfiction #microfic #tootfic #Mystery #murder #IAmWriting #IBlameChristie

Walter Justin Deanmoore looked at his hotel room. His belongings appeared to be all present, but what was not present was his suitcase.

Again.

Over the last ten years of near constant travel he had been through eight suitcases, seven travel packs, five trunks, and three duffel bags. All had vanished the day before he was due to check out. All had later surfaced in cities he had never visited and had absolutely watertight alibis for.

Which was a very good thing, because each time they had a body in them. A dead body. Sometimes the murderer had been caught, sometimes not.

Walter reached for the phone "Hello? I'd like to speak to the day manager." He waited for a few moments "Good afternoon, it is Deanmoore in 418. Has anyone left the hotel today with a green suitcase with black leather straps?"
He paused.
"Yes, it is an odd question. My suitcase is missing. My belongings are not, however. Just the suitcase."
Another pause.
"Seven? All at once? I see. I suggest you prepare your records for the police. No it is deadly serious."

He hung up and dialed again. "Hello? Yes, I'd like to report that there has almost certainly been a murder in or near the Green Field Hotel."
"No I don't know who or why. It is because my suitcase is missing."
He held the receiver away from his ear for a good minute.
"If you are quite finished, you could call the Marseille police, the New York police, or even Scotland Yard. Ask them about the Deanmoore Suitcases."
He took a breath.
"Yes, I am Walter Deanmoore. Yes. Seven people checked out earlier today with suitcases identical to mine. Right. Good. Thank-you."

Walter sat back. He was not getting his suitcase back, he was sure of that. But at least the killer - or killers - might not get so far this time.

#microfiction #microfic #tootfic #Mystery #murder #IAmWriting #IBlameChristie

the timix timer is addictive! i keep coming back to it over and over again. it's just perfect for tinkering with all these shortcuts and automations. today i mainly use it for my meditation practice but it's so much more powerful than that! here‘s a summary of how i use the app

http://cogmodo.com/advancedtimerswithtimix

cc @aigarden

#blog #writing #writingcommunity #iamwriting #apple #app #timer #automation #shortcuts

the timix timer is addictive! i keep coming back to it over and over again. it's just perfect for tinkering with all these shortcuts and automations. today i mainly use it for my meditation practice but it's so much more powerful than that! here‘s a summary of how i use the app

http://cogmodo.com/advancedtimerswithtimix

cc @aigarden

#blog #writing #writingcommunity #iamwriting #apple #app #timer #automation #shortcuts

the timix timer is addictive! i keep coming back to it over and over again. it's just perfect for tinkering with all these shortcuts and automations. today i mainly use it for my meditation practice but it's so much more powerful than that! here‘s a summary of how i use the app

http://cogmodo.com/advancedtimerswithtimix

cc @aigarden

#blog #writing #writingcommunity #iamwriting #apple #app #timer #automation #shortcuts

the timix timer is addictive! i keep coming back to it over and over again. it's just perfect for tinkering with all these shortcuts and automations. today i mainly use it for my meditation practice but it's so much more powerful than that! here‘s a summary of how i use the app

http://cogmodo.com/advancedtimerswithtimix

cc @aigarden

#blog #writing #writingcommunity #iamwriting #apple #app #timer #automation #shortcuts

the timix timer is addictive! i keep coming back to it over and over again. it's just perfect for tinkering with all these shortcuts and automations. today i mainly use it for my meditation practice but it's so much more powerful than that! here‘s a summary of how i use the app

http://cogmodo.com/advancedtimerswithtimix

cc @aigarden

#blog #writing #writingcommunity #iamwriting #apple #app #timer #automation #shortcuts

Fairytale has been sent to my editor after I spent most of the weekend just doing the read-through edits. (:
(+today)

#IAMWriting #IAmEditing #Writing #IndieAuthor #Anthology #Fairytale #Fantasy #GrimDarkFantasy

Fairytale has been sent to my editor after I spent most of the weekend just doing the read-through edits. (:
(+today)

#IAMWriting #IAmEditing #Writing #IndieAuthor #Anthology #Fairytale #Fantasy #GrimDarkFantasy

Fairytale has been sent to my editor after I spent most of the weekend just doing the read-through edits. (:
(+today)

#IAMWriting #IAmEditing #Writing #IndieAuthor #Anthology #Fairytale #Fantasy #GrimDarkFantasy

Fairytale has been sent to my editor after I spent most of the weekend just doing the read-through edits. (:
(+today)

#IAMWriting #IAmEditing #Writing #IndieAuthor #Anthology #Fairytale #Fantasy #GrimDarkFantasy

Best part of the story editing process is the read through (I can't recommend this enough!) - I essentially narrate it to myself (and my partner), which helps me find clumsy sentences, unnecessarily clunky language, repetition, and bits and pieces that can be edited out.

Plus, my partner gives me feedback when something doesn't make sense and needs to be clarified. (:

That said, The Fairytale Read Through Edits are now halfway done~! :D

#IAmWriting #IAmEditing #Fairytale #Fantasy #GrimDark

Best part of the story editing process is the read through (I can't recommend this enough!) - I essentially narrate it to myself (and my partner), which helps me find clumsy sentences, unnecessarily clunky language, repetition, and bits and pieces that can be edited out.

Plus, my partner gives me feedback when something doesn't make sense and needs to be clarified. (:

That said, The Fairytale Read Through Edits are now halfway done~! :D

#IAmWriting #IAmEditing #Fairytale #Fantasy #GrimDark

Best part of the story editing process is the read through (I can't recommend this enough!) - I essentially narrate it to myself (and my partner), which helps me find clumsy sentences, unnecessarily clunky language, repetition, and bits and pieces that can be edited out.

Plus, my partner gives me feedback when something doesn't make sense and needs to be clarified. (:

That said, The Fairytale Read Through Edits are now halfway done~! :D

#IAmWriting #IAmEditing #Fairytale #Fantasy #GrimDark

Best part of the story editing process is the read through (I can't recommend this enough!) - I essentially narrate it to myself (and my partner), which helps me find clumsy sentences, unnecessarily clunky language, repetition, and bits and pieces that can be edited out.

Plus, my partner gives me feedback when something doesn't make sense and needs to be clarified. (:

That said, The Fairytale Read Through Edits are now halfway done~! :D

#IAmWriting #IAmEditing #Fairytale #Fantasy #GrimDark

"November Victor Victor Victor, this is Victor Hotel Charlie Seven Bravo, We are seeing some heavy weather ahead. Over." Annika waited for a reply, glancing across at Chika her co-pilot.
"Seven Bravo" started the reply, followed by a burst of static and silence.
"November Victor Victor Victor say again" Annika sent back. Nothing.
"Annika? BOM has a cat four three hundred to our south" Chika's broad Alice Springs accent stronger than usual.
"How old is the report?"
"Two hours. No way this could be it."
"No reply. Change us to Kiribati."
"Changing to three seven. Done."
She tried Kiribati airport. Nothing

The two pilots watched the storm as it closed in on them, almost looking like it was reaching around to trap them.
Chika made a face "Call in a Pan. Changing to emergency."

Annika made the call.

A sudden air pocket dropped the little twin engine Baron a thousand feet. Both pilots jolted in their seats, and Chika's head struck her headrest violently.

"Chika?" Annika asked, and then repeated it louder. There was no reply. She glanced over, and saw her partner slumped in her seat, unconcious - or worse.

Then there was a bright flash, and the engines cut out.

Annika went through the restart procedure - nothing. Somewhere the lightning had shorted something. The static in her ear told her that the radio was still working. Then they were below the clouds. Heavy rain made it hard to make anything out, but she thought she could see a small atoll ahead.

Gliding the Baron through the turbulence of the storm was tricky, especially without a second pair of eyes.

Then Chika sat up "Don't try to ditch, the reef will mess you up good" she said in a Midwestern accent.

Annika glanced over and stared. Chika was looking over the instruments and the flight plan, and then looked back. "There's an airport at Kiribati?" She asked in the same strange voice.

"Chika?" Annika asked uncertainly.
"Just call me Millie for now" the American voice replied, "I'll raise a mayday. Line up on the long Southwest strip. Mayday Mayday Mayday, this is November Romeo One Six Zero Two Zero. Engines out, attempting landing on Gardner Island." Then she repeated the message twice more.

Annika fought the winds, and got the little plane lined up. One chance. As she struggled with the controls she asked "Who are you?"
"Just don't make the same mistake me and Fred made, OK?"

Then there was no time. The plane crashed through the low scrub, and ploughed into a dune.

She looked across again, but Chika was slumped again. But breathing. She shut everything down. No smoke. Chika groaned.
"What happened?" No American voice.
"We crashed. Lightning. You remember anything?"
"No, why?"
"Never mind. I'm going to deploy the EPIRB."

They were sheltering under a wing two days later when they saw a launch approaching. Annika saw another woman smiling next to Chika, then she blinked, and Chika was alone, waving to the boat.

#SF #SFF #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting #Fantasy

"November Victor Victor Victor, this is Victor Hotel Charlie Seven Bravo, We are seeing some heavy weather ahead. Over." Annika waited for a reply, glancing across at Chika her co-pilot.
"Seven Bravo" started the reply, followed by a burst of static and silence.
"November Victor Victor Victor say again" Annika sent back. Nothing.
"Annika? BOM has a cat four three hundred to our south" Chika's broad Alice Springs accent stronger than usual.
"How old is the report?"
"Two hours. No way this could be it."
"No reply. Change us to Kiribati."
"Changing to three seven. Done."
She tried Kiribati airport. Nothing

The two pilots watched the storm as it closed in on them, almost looking like it was reaching around to trap them.
Chika made a face "Call in a Pan. Changing to emergency."

Annika made the call.

A sudden air pocket dropped the little twin engine Baron a thousand feet. Both pilots jolted in their seats, and Chika's head struck her headrest violently.

"Chika?" Annika asked, and then repeated it louder. There was no reply. She glanced over, and saw her partner slumped in her seat, unconcious - or worse.

Then there was a bright flash, and the engines cut out.

Annika went through the restart procedure - nothing. Somewhere the lightning had shorted something. The static in her ear told her that the radio was still working. Then they were below the clouds. Heavy rain made it hard to make anything out, but she thought she could see a small atoll ahead.

Gliding the Baron through the turbulence of the storm was tricky, especially without a second pair of eyes.

Then Chika sat up "Don't try to ditch, the reef will mess you up good" she said in a Midwestern accent.

Annika glanced over and stared. Chika was looking over the instruments and the flight plan, and then looked back. "There's an airport at Kiribati?" She asked in the same strange voice.

"Chika?" Annika asked uncertainly.
"Just call me Millie for now" the American voice replied, "I'll raise a mayday. Line up on the long Southwest strip. Mayday Mayday Mayday, this is November Romeo One Six Zero Two Zero. Engines out, attempting landing on Gardner Island." Then she repeated the message twice more.

Annika fought the winds, and got the little plane lined up. One chance. As she struggled with the controls she asked "Who are you?"
"Just don't make the same mistake me and Fred made, OK?"

Then there was no time. The plane crashed through the low scrub, and ploughed into a dune.

She looked across again, but Chika was slumped again. But breathing. She shut everything down. No smoke. Chika groaned.
"What happened?" No American voice.
"We crashed. Lightning. You remember anything?"
"No, why?"
"Never mind. I'm going to deploy the EPIRB."

They were sheltering under a wing two days later when they saw a launch approaching. Annika saw another woman smiling next to Chika, then she blinked, and Chika was alone, waving to the boat.

#SF #SFF #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting #Fantasy

Alright, after long, four hour battle to make the ending flow more, and make better sense, I finished the story edit. Also glossed over some outrageous spelling mistakes. (^_^)*

The spellchecker in Ellipsus is not the best, but it does some of the work needed.

Now I just need to read it through out loud today/tomorrow and see if I can find more mistakes and then send it to my editor again.

But now - food.

#IAmWriting #IAmEditing #Fairytale#IAmTired #Bookstodon

Alright, after long, four hour battle to make the ending flow more, and make better sense, I finished the story edit. Also glossed over some outrageous spelling mistakes. (^_^)*

The spellchecker in Ellipsus is not the best, but it does some of the work needed.

Now I just need to read it through out loud today/tomorrow and see if I can find more mistakes and then send it to my editor again.

But now - food.

#IAmWriting #IAmEditing #Fairytale#IAmTired #Bookstodon