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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
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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
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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
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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
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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. (:
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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. (:
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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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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
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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
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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....
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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....
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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"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. NothingThe 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
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"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. NothingThe 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
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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
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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
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Chapter NINE of the fairytale is now done, and 10 is SO CLOSE but I am unfortunately duty bound to feed my flesh prison, and make sure my partner get some food too. (:
Tomorrow I will finish the story edits, and then plow through the worst of spelling before bothering my editor again. :P
#IAmWriting #IAmEditing #Bookstodon #Fairytale #Fantasy #GrimDark #GrimDarkFantasy #GrimFairytale #ShortStory
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Chapter NINE of the fairytale is now done, and 10 is SO CLOSE but I am unfortunately duty bound to feed my flesh prison, and make sure my partner get some food too. (:
Tomorrow I will finish the story edits, and then plow through the worst of spelling before bothering my editor again. :P
#IAmWriting #IAmEditing #Bookstodon #Fairytale #Fantasy #GrimDark #GrimDarkFantasy #GrimFairytale #ShortStory
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*Breaking NEWS!!*
–in hiisikoloART Blog for all who enjoy art, writing, and knowing what the heck I am actually doing when I am not posting random rambles here!
Following my KoFi is entirely free, but you can choose to support me if you like and get access to various interesting things - like comic sketches, a sale on digital shop items, and perhaps soon...tiers? (:
Please share. <3
https://ko-fi.com/post/TEST-RUN-O7W022Y60L
#Art #Bookstodon #Kofi #DisabledArtist #Comics #Webcomic #Books #IAmWriting #BlogPost
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*Breaking NEWS!!*
–in hiisikoloART Blog for all who enjoy art, writing, and knowing what the heck I am actually doing when I am not posting random rambles here!
Following my KoFi is entirely free, but you can choose to support me if you like and get access to various interesting things - like comic sketches, a sale on digital shop items, and perhaps soon...tiers? (:
Please share. <3
https://ko-fi.com/post/TEST-RUN-O7W022Y60L
#Art #Bookstodon #Kofi #DisabledArtist #Comics #Webcomic #Books #IAmWriting #BlogPost
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Chapter EIGHT of the fairytale has been story edited, and number one has been given edits by my editor, which I implimented at the best of my ability with the ten brain cells that agreed to work with me today. (:
More tomorrow, since I let chapter NINE in middle.
#IamWriting #IAmEditing #Bookstodon #Fairytale #Fantasy #GrimDarkFantasy
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Chapter EIGHT of the fairytale has been story edited, and number one has been given edits by my editor, which I implimented at the best of my ability with the ten brain cells that agreed to work with me today. (:
More tomorrow, since I let chapter NINE in middle.
#IamWriting #IAmEditing #Bookstodon #Fairytale #Fantasy #GrimDarkFantasy
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Chapter SEVEN of the fairytale is now edited - it needed some more work either because I am brainless form not having a very good nap, or because the story needed to be refined just a littlebit more. :P
Anyway, a gloriously naked man has been dressed, a stolen treasure stolen back from a treasury, and an escape plan has been successfully completed!
#IAmWriting #Fairytale #Fantasy #GrimDark #GrimDarkFantasy #Magic #IAmEditing
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Chapter SEVEN of the fairytale is now edited - it needed some more work either because I am brainless form not having a very good nap, or because the story needed to be refined just a littlebit more. :P
Anyway, a gloriously naked man has been dressed, a stolen treasure stolen back from a treasury, and an escape plan has been successfully completed!
#IAmWriting #Fairytale #Fantasy #GrimDark #GrimDarkFantasy #Magic #IAmEditing
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One hour after the disabling of Athena's launch. Aboard the raider controlled trade ship "Bright Sky".
Alaine checked over his shoulder as he approached the hatch leading to the crew compartment and the bridge. The wrecked launch hid the hatch leading to engineering. He hit the release, and it irised open. Ducking through he scanned the crew common area - no-one.
He checked the crew quarters. No-one.
Seeker was expecting someone in the engineering area, so that meant two or three people on the bridge. He swapped back to the two machine pistols.
The iris hatch to the bridge was closed, but still not locked. Their deception had worked. He pressed the hatch release, and it spun open.
Both people inside were standing, looking at a display. As they started to turn, he fired two long bursts. The plastic bullets shattered against the consoles, and against bones inside the two raiders.
They both dropped.
Alaine stood there, frozen. He had just killed four people. They had been trying to kill Joy and him. They had thought they had killed them.
But he had gunned them down without giving them any chance surrender.
He suddenly rushed to the nearest cabin and threw up from an empty stomach. Painfully, repeatedly.
He was still heaving into the head when he felt a hand on his back. And a touch in his mind. Seeker. Steadying him.
"We need to contact Athena, Alaine" she said softly.
He nodded. Gulped air, and flushed the head. She handed him some water, and he rinsed his mouth.
"Thank-you" he whispered.
Together they re-entered the bridge. Seeker crossed to the navigator's station, and after a moment Alaine took the pilot's seat.
Setting the frequency, he pressed the mic button "Athena, Athena, this is Athena Launch Actual. Launch fired on by rendezvous. Rendezvous now under our command. Over."
Several seconds passed.
"Athena Launch we registered two emergency beacons for a few seconds. Casualties? Over."
"Athena, no friendly casualties," he glanced at Seeker, who shook her head, "no hostile survivors. Over."
Again a pause.
"Activate beacon, and we will come alongside. ETA three hours. Over."
"Understood. Clear."Seeker looked over at Alaine as he slumped back "Are the computers locked?"
He checked "No. Wide open."
"Can you get the coordinates of their next destination?"
Alaine frowned "Um, let's see.... Here they are."
"Please read them to me. Then save them somewhere."
Now very confused, he read them off. Then he saw her writing them down in a paper notebook. "Insurance" she explained.
He made a copy on his PDU as well.What followed was a long three hours.
#SF #SFF #SciFi #SpaceOpera #microfic #microfiction #tootfic #IAmWriting #ShamanSpace
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One hour after the disabling of Athena's launch. Aboard the raider controlled trade ship "Bright Sky".
Alaine checked over his shoulder as he approached the hatch leading to the crew compartment and the bridge. The wrecked launch hid the hatch leading to engineering. He hit the release, and it irised open. Ducking through he scanned the crew common area - no-one.
He checked the crew quarters. No-one.
Seeker was expecting someone in the engineering area, so that meant two or three people on the bridge. He swapped back to the two machine pistols.
The iris hatch to the bridge was closed, but still not locked. Their deception had worked. He pressed the hatch release, and it spun open.
Both people inside were standing, looking at a display. As they started to turn, he fired two long bursts. The plastic bullets shattered against the consoles, and against bones inside the two raiders.
They both dropped.
Alaine stood there, frozen. He had just killed four people. They had been trying to kill Joy and him. They had thought they had killed them.
But he had gunned them down without giving them any chance surrender.
He suddenly rushed to the nearest cabin and threw up from an empty stomach. Painfully, repeatedly.
He was still heaving into the head when he felt a hand on his back. And a touch in his mind. Seeker. Steadying him.
"We need to contact Athena, Alaine" she said softly.
He nodded. Gulped air, and flushed the head. She handed him some water, and he rinsed his mouth.
"Thank-you" he whispered.
Together they re-entered the bridge. Seeker crossed to the navigator's station, and after a moment Alaine took the pilot's seat.
Setting the frequency, he pressed the mic button "Athena, Athena, this is Athena Launch Actual. Launch fired on by rendezvous. Rendezvous now under our command. Over."
Several seconds passed.
"Athena Launch we registered two emergency beacons for a few seconds. Casualties? Over."
"Athena, no friendly casualties," he glanced at Seeker, who shook her head, "no hostile survivors. Over."
Again a pause.
"Activate beacon, and we will come alongside. ETA three hours. Over."
"Understood. Clear."Seeker looked over at Alaine as he slumped back "Are the computers locked?"
He checked "No. Wide open."
"Can you get the coordinates of their next destination?"
Alaine frowned "Um, let's see.... Here they are."
"Please read them to me. Then save them somewhere."
Now very confused, he read them off. Then he saw her writing them down in a paper notebook. "Insurance" she explained.
He made a copy on his PDU as well.What followed was a long three hours.
#SF #SFF #SciFi #SpaceOpera #microfic #microfiction #tootfic #IAmWriting #ShamanSpace
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Six months prior to the disabling of Athena's launch, seven months out of Mother of All. In jump.
The ship's intercom pinged "Seeker to the Captain's cabin."
Seeker looked up from her PDU and over to Engle, the First Mate.
"Go", he nodded towards the hatch out of the hold.
Two minutes later Seeker knocked on the Captain's door.
"Come."
"Captain? You wanted to see me?" Seeker asked, her puzzlement clear.
"Sit," the Captain pointed to a chair and Seeker followed her order "Now," she continued "Engle and Sparks tell me that you have been neglecting your training.
"Captain!" Seeker protested "I have not! I've even started on Level 1 Navigation studies!"
"Seeker" the Captain cautioned, "you know what I mean. Your weapons training."
Seeker closed her eyes "Captain, I..." she started.
"You will report to Sparks at the start of each shift for thirty minutes target practice. That is an order."
It was a very subdued Joy that replied "Yes, Captain."
"Seeker, you know you have to get back on the beast. There will be simulated attackers. And innocents to protect. Thirty minutes a day. Understand?"
Seeker nodded.
"Dismissed. Back to cargo handling."
Seeker stood, nodded, and went out.Alaine was standing in the passage at the far end. "Engle said you have the rest of the shift free now. Told me that you might need to talk."
Seeker stared for a moment, and then shook herself "Is the forward turret free?"
"I think so."
"Let's go there."In the cramped space of the turret, with the blast doors open, looking out at the shifting colours of jumpspace, Seeker looked at Alaine. "The Captain has ordered me to start target practice. Says I have to get back on the horse."
"What would the counsellor have said?" Alaine asked in a low voice.
Joy paused in thought "She...she would have said the same thing, I think."
"So?"
"I guess they are right."
"Seeker, um," Alaine held out his arms, "May I?"
Seeker nodded, and Alaine hugged her lightly. After a few moments, her arms went around him tightly.
They stayed that way for some minutes.
"Thank-you Alaine" Seeker murmured over his shoulder.
"Any time."The next morning, Sparks had a simple range set up with ring targets. Alaine was there too. Practicing with a survival pistol.
A week later, it was human silhouettes. Then they started moving.
Alaine was there every time. Just quietly practicing alongside her.
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Six months prior to the disabling of Athena's launch, seven months out of Mother of All. In jump.
The ship's intercom pinged "Seeker to the Captain's cabin."
Seeker looked up from her PDU and over to Engle, the First Mate.
"Go", he nodded towards the hatch out of the hold.
Two minutes later Seeker knocked on the Captain's door.
"Come."
"Captain? You wanted to see me?" Seeker asked, her puzzlement clear.
"Sit," the Captain pointed to a chair and Seeker followed her order "Now," she continued "Engle and Sparks tell me that you have been neglecting your training.
"Captain!" Seeker protested "I have not! I've even started on Level 1 Navigation studies!"
"Seeker" the Captain cautioned, "you know what I mean. Your weapons training."
Seeker closed her eyes "Captain, I..." she started.
"You will report to Sparks at the start of each shift for thirty minutes target practice. That is an order."
It was a very subdued Joy that replied "Yes, Captain."
"Seeker, you know you have to get back on the beast. There will be simulated attackers. And innocents to protect. Thirty minutes a day. Understand?"
Seeker nodded.
"Dismissed. Back to cargo handling."
Seeker stood, nodded, and went out.Alaine was standing in the passage at the far end. "Engle said you have the rest of the shift free now. Told me that you might need to talk."
Seeker stared for a moment, and then shook herself "Is the forward turret free?"
"I think so."
"Let's go there."In the cramped space of the turret, with the blast doors open, looking out at the shifting colours of jumpspace, Seeker looked at Alaine. "The Captain has ordered me to start target practice. Says I have to get back on the horse."
"What would the counsellor have said?" Alaine asked in a low voice.
Joy paused in thought "She...she would have said the same thing, I think."
"So?"
"I guess they are right."
"Seeker, um," Alaine held out his arms, "May I?"
Seeker nodded, and Alaine hugged her lightly. After a few moments, her arms went around him tightly.
They stayed that way for some minutes.
"Thank-you Alaine" Seeker murmured over his shoulder.
"Any time."The next morning, Sparks had a simple range set up with ring targets. Alaine was there too. Practicing with a survival pistol.
A week later, it was human silhouettes. Then they started moving.
Alaine was there every time. Just quietly practicing alongside her.
#SF #SFF #SciFi #SpaceOpera #microfic #microfiction #tootfic #IAmWriting #ShamanSpace
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Chapter SIX of the Fairytale is now edited, and Chapter One to Five have been sent to my editor. (:
I didn't actually think I could work today, but did also send a bill to a client, and sent some emails. Time for very later dinner. :P
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Chapter SIX of the Fairytale is now edited, and Chapter One to Five have been sent to my editor. (:
I didn't actually think I could work today, but did also send a bill to a client, and sent some emails. Time for very later dinner. :P
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Twenty-five minutes after the disabling of Athena's launch. Two jumps out from Mother of All. Three hours from Athena.
Ten minutes before, they had pushed a pair of spare suits out the hole, emergency beacons running. Moments later the approaching raider had vapourised both.
Seeker and Alaine were now hiding under the floorplates of the tiny hold. They felt two thumps. Crew landing on the hull. A few minutes later there was a slight acceleration. Grappling lines pulling them aboard the raider. Gravity returned. They were aboard. Another few minutes, and they felt their suits slacken as the area they were in pressurised.
Seeker tapped Alaine's arm five times. And then twice. Seven crew. And two of them.
Footsteps. Seeker tapped three times. They listened as the three men discussed the crates, and then start shifting them. The footsteps receded.
Alaine slid the decking aside, they climbed out of the crawlspace, and then ducked behind the remaining crates.
The footsteps returned. Three figures entered the hold, headlamps illuminating the space. And providing targets.
Seeker fired her tiny crossbow first - the bolt striking the man in the throat. Alaine fired the survival pistol twice. Each time there was no bang, just a tiny hiss as the rocket propelled bullet flew across the space. As each hit there was a muffled pop as a second charge propelled a spray of metal shards into the chests of the other two men.
All three collapsed.
Seeker pointed at their side-arms, her face grim behind her faceplate. Alaine took two of the machine pistols and holstered his survival pistols. Seeker retrieved the third. But still reloaded her crossbow.
They exited the launch's hold into a large hold space. From the shape of it they could tell this was a fairly standard short-range trader.
Seeker went aft, towards the engineering space.
Alaine headed forward towards the bridge. As he did, he tucked one machine pistol into his belt, and drew one of the survival pistols. He had to get into the bridge before anyone knew what was happening. Or he would end up like the pirates who had tried to take the Athena.
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Twenty-five minutes after the disabling of Athena's launch. Two jumps out from Mother of All. Three hours from Athena.
Ten minutes before, they had pushed a pair of spare suits out the hole, emergency beacons running. Moments later the approaching raider had vapourised both.
Seeker and Alaine were now hiding under the floorplates of the tiny hold. They felt two thumps. Crew landing on the hull. A few minutes later there was a slight acceleration. Grappling lines pulling them aboard the raider. Gravity returned. They were aboard. Another few minutes, and they felt their suits slacken as the area they were in pressurised.
Seeker tapped Alaine's arm five times. And then twice. Seven crew. And two of them.
Footsteps. Seeker tapped three times. They listened as the three men discussed the crates, and then start shifting them. The footsteps receded.
Alaine slid the decking aside, they climbed out of the crawlspace, and then ducked behind the remaining crates.
The footsteps returned. Three figures entered the hold, headlamps illuminating the space. And providing targets.
Seeker fired her tiny crossbow first - the bolt striking the man in the throat. Alaine fired the survival pistol twice. Each time there was no bang, just a tiny hiss as the rocket propelled bullet flew across the space. As each hit there was a muffled pop as a second charge propelled a spray of metal shards into the chests of the other two men.
All three collapsed.
Seeker pointed at their side-arms, her face grim behind her faceplate. Alaine took two of the machine pistols and holstered his survival pistols. Seeker retrieved the third. But still reloaded her crossbow.
They exited the launch's hold into a large hold space. From the shape of it they could tell this was a fairly standard short-range trader.
Seeker went aft, towards the engineering space.
Alaine headed forward towards the bridge. As he did, he tucked one machine pistol into his belt, and drew one of the survival pistols. He had to get into the bridge before anyone knew what was happening. Or he would end up like the pirates who had tried to take the Athena.
#SF #SFF #SciFi #SpaceOpera #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting #ShamanSpace
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Dusted off something from my elephant graveyard of stories I started but that went nowhere fast. One I loved when I wrote it, but didn’t know what it was going. Still not sure, but I cleaned it up and edited it. Went from about 3200 words to just over 5500 words. Guess this story has somewhere to go after all.
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Dusted off something from my elephant graveyard of stories I started but that went nowhere fast. One I loved when I wrote it, but didn’t know what it was going. Still not sure, but I cleaned it up and edited it. Went from about 3200 words to just over 5500 words. Guess this story has somewhere to go after all.
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I finished editing Chapter Five of the Fairytale, and some unfortunate casualities have happened on a quest to fullfill a fair maden's wish...
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I finished editing Chapter Five of the Fairytale, and some unfortunate casualities have happened on a quest to fullfill a fair maden's wish...
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Chapter two of the Fairytale has been edited, and first Wish found its (hopefully) final form. Who knew it was so hard to figure out a good wording for a wish that will turn foul in a few chapters? :P
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Chapter two of the Fairytale has been edited, and first Wish found its (hopefully) final form. Who knew it was so hard to figure out a good wording for a wish that will turn foul in a few chapters? :P
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