Tag: writing
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Dead Stars Still Burn – Post-Apocalyptic One Shot
As a weird comet descends upon the People of the Rail-Caves, they get ready to find either doom or treasure inside. Meanwhile, the comet’s own occupant gets ready to complete her mission… They came out from every hole to watch the dead star fall. The Elders had deemed it a bad omen and they had…
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Patina – Chapter 167
Sadja couldn’t save much from the ruins of Fortunato’s hut, but everything she managed to find was precious. He rummaged through the debris next to her, picking up a dirty bundle of sticky paper sheets that it must have once been a book. Winter and three hordes of Eerie crushing it under their weight (and…
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Patina – Chapter 166
For the first time in weeks, Sadja was helping with a joyful occasion and not just simply rebuilding or taking out bodies or fighting for her life. It was such a welcome change her heart fluttered so much in her chest! They had her assigned to the rest of the girls her age, almost all…
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Patina – Chapter 165
“So,” asked the man called Hunter as Valeriana came out of the Temple, holding her hands over her chest as if to hold something fragile and precious, “how is she?” “Recovering,” she lied. She read the relief in the Threads surrounding the man. There was something weird about him and she perceived that trying to…
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Patina – Chapter 164
A few days later and Fortunato found himself at a table under a makeshift tent. Sitting next to him were Sadja, so close their thighs brushed against each other, and to the left Cloria. Opposite to them, seated the new High Seer. Unlike the other few times when her flier had touched ground in the…
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Patina – Chapter 163
Sadja found Arguta almost as often to the Temple as she did to the forge, these days. She tried to visit in the odd ours of the morning, when most of the townspeople would be asleep or on the walls. She liked to wake up early anyway: by morning she could see most of the…
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Nata di Cera – I
Talia si era forse troppo abituata alla notte della costa, così diversa da quella che iniziava a tirare gli angoli del cielo con le sue dita violacee. Le mancava il pensiero di stendersi su un fianco e addormentarsi senza porre pensieri in mezzo. Non erano riusciti ad allontanarsi molto e forse in cuor suo Talia…
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Patina – Chapter 162
“Wind is changing.” These were the words spoken throughout the various redoubts from the depths of the forest to the shorelines, no matter how deep into the Bittersea one could find them. Though Eerie attacks did not cease save for a specific part of the woods, and cold lingered like the cold breath of Papa…
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Patina – Chapter 161
About those last few days of winter, Sadja remembered mostly three things. The first was how people were starting to really recognize her. And not just as the Hunter’s weird girl he had picked up somewhere in the forest, but as Sadja the helpful stranger who was always out and about, lending out a hand…
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Patina – Chapter 160
Since before she knew her own name, Elissa had known the voices. There had been a time, she had discovered while studying as a Novice, when people used to shun and fear those like her, who perceived the world not just as it was but also as it could be. For the longest time, before…
A. Montresor 