Tag: 100-days challenge
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The Slow Stars And Quick – Post-Apocalypse One Shot
Hope is the most dangerous thing. Dangerous enough, for young Verna, to risk her life and limb (and more importantly, position) to jump on a boat to the mainland. But she couldn’t miss this chance, not once she had perceived it raw and burning at the edge of her Foresight. As for escaping unseen from…
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On the shame of success – Musings/3
This blog started with one goal: help me complete the challenge of writing every day. And I did reach that goal, but that’s where a completely new slew of problems began. I was extremely happy about this result. I was facing down one of my greatest fears and I managed to overcame it, together with…
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Patina – Chapter 140
Sadja would never feel full with a bit of bread and a few strips of salted meat, but eating a little at least allowed her to restore some of her senses. The other people at the table gave her curious glances if they focused for a moment on her ears or tail, but for the…
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Patina – Chapter 139
Sadja blinked and tried to stand up, but something kept her laying down. As she recovered her senses, she found out she was laying on a makeshift bed, the mattress dirty and full of holes, likely salvaged from someone’s home. She wasn’t the only one. Groaning, she tried to stand up again, and only managed…
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Patina – Chapter 138
As night proceeded, the assault fell into a routine of ebb and flow. The people of Belacqua on the barricades emptied their arsenal of bullets, holy water grenades and fire bombs, lighting the dark in crimson and golden bursts of flames as the Eerie’s shrieks rose into the freezing air. With each time more monstrous…
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Patina – Chapter 137
For a time, it even seemed they could win. The muzzles lit up the night and the echoes of blasting bullets tore apart the silence – together with the screams, the yowls of pain from the Eerie and the creaking growl from the breach as the increasing pressure finally got the best of the haphazard…
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Patina – Chapter 136
The cold was settling in even through the deepest reaches of the Generator. As the sun stopped bathing Belacqua in its light and the leftover heat escaped, Arguta and the others had to put on thicker and thicker clothes. It was getting hard to work with gloves and coats, and metal was turning deathly cold…
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Patina – Chapter 135
Amarco, the Constable, was helping just like everyone else. The Hunter’s chest hurt at the thought he’d just been handling out holy water and wallowing in pity. Another thing he ought to be grateful to Sadja for. It was a growing list. “Hunter!” He greeted him, standing up from his labor, gesturing to another worker…
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Patina – Chapter 134
The Hunter looked nervously at the sky, following the trace of the sun as it climbed down towards the horizon, pulling shadows gaunt and tight. “More water this way!” He shouted, reaching for the next container, but they were completely out of vials. What was Elissa doing? They were supposed to have more than this!…
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Patina – Chapter 133
There was a tense moment, clear as crystal and just as fragile, before panic would set in. Sadja smelled it. She had pulled away one of the townspeople, an elderly man she happened to be helping with groceries, away from a bursting pipe. Her back ached from the jet of steam, but she was faring…
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