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Oct 2024

Here's one from my unfinished Novel.

Will could definitely see him now. He was on the other side of a gate, and everyone was trying be let in and see what's inside.

"Steve? What are you doing here?!" he said, his voice sounding like an oasis in the center of hell.

Ohhhh... Oh fuck I still got it bad.

"Well... I... I'm here to interrupt- interview... interview you... about the everything cure, for the Maxwell times."

Will looked at him like... the way he was looking at him?

No, don't be ridiculous. He probably hasn't been thinking of you for a minute since we last saw each other.

"So... do you want to come in? I'm open to talk."

Holy fuck he was.

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Caspar picks the knife up off the ground. Although its sheen is dulled, he can still see his own stormy expression in the cold steel, crowned by Malakai’s blood.

Caspar tilts the knife. His reflection slides away. “It’s a bit strange. This spirit is strong. Too strong.”

“You don’t think Melinda hated him enough to manifest as a vengeful spirit?”

“That’s hard to say. But it hasn’t even been a year since she died. That’s really fast for her to gather this much resentment.”

Malakai sits on the counter, swinging his legs. “Maybe she thinks she’s protecting her daughter, then.”

“Maybe. But the attack was so random. One moment we’re talking and the next a cup is exploding.”

Malakai pulls a fork out of a wall. It’s almost completely bent backwards. He tilts it this way and that, examining the wonky tines. “You are a big, strange, man. Maybe she was worried about you hurting her.”

Akala: In this world, you are nothing but a human...

You'd need to eat and drink and take a shit... giggle

Claudita stares at her spinach wraps
Akala (inset): don't worry, it's not so bad! In fact, it can be an enjoyable experience!

Akala: so if I were you, I'd eat. Do it for some of the readers of this webtoon that think eating is sexy!

Claudita stares at her food some more... ten mins later... still staring but looks really famished.

Akala takes spinach wraps

What I did find was something magical.
I couldn’t believe my eyes and nearly fainted from the pure ecstasy.
It was the most extraordinary sight I had ever seen.
Hair white as snow, eyes blue as ice, he stood tall and strong with rippling muscles that looked like they could carry me anywhere. What a beautiful, mysterious beast. I so desperately wanted to reach out and touch his soft, velvety muzzle.
My next words came out my mouth beyond my control.
“My Prince!” I yelled, practically with tears streaming down my eyes.
I ran towards the glorious, majestic creature as fast as my armored feet could carry me and threw my arms around his long, hairy neck.
I couldn’t believe it.
A. Horse!
For the love of Matty, I loved horses.
The horse leaned into my hug like we’d been best friends all of our lives.
“Prince. That’s your name right?” I asked, remembering I had seen this description and that name in the book.

One of my personal favorites :joy:

“Yeah…it’s honestly pretty gross,” Mandy cringes sheepishly. “I mean, no offense to Marilee, of course, but I really wish someone would tell her that Jheri's curls are just wrong. They’re almost as criminal as black lipstick, if not more so, though, I’m one to talk here looking like a mangy stray. She’d look a million times nicer without it, I think. She’s got a cute face.”

I can’t honestly say I noticed her face. But now I wish I had.

If that scent I caught was coming from her-

No Mora, focus.

That’s illogical. It’s…it’s phanosmia. Or…something.

“You can’t talk to anyone about this, even if you think they’re another phant. It’s a death sentence for both of you to dare to ask anyone.”

But if…

Another mermaid is so close I can smell it-

Ma- Grandma-

I can’t remember the last time I even caught a whiff of mermaid that wasn’t stemming from my own skin as I tried to mask my scent with cheap perfume samples.

I just want to know if she really is.

Like me.

I don’t need to talk to her.

I don’t need to find out if there are others - or become friends - or have someone to vent to about all this mess and stress- just to know-

It’s the not knowing that drives me crazy.

It’s a one in 10 thousand chance to run into another phant at all. Let alone another mermaid.

But I…can’t…it’s…

I’m probably just going crazy.

Already am crazy.

Right?

That’s what Judith always says…

He prepared to slip on his mask once more. It was a mask of his own flesh. He hated it– but wearing it was a skill he long ago learned. He had to. It was how he survived childhood, and now how he functioned in society. No one wanted a broken person, not even himself.

He could feel his soul seeping through. Spreading its miserable rot from the inside out. He felt the decay rake the underside of his skin. Grasping, clawing, gripping… but not breaking. Once it reached the surface something terrible would happen. After all, last time this festering took him wholly he hit a drunken brute and watched that beast bleed out on the floor. That was different, that wasn’t him– that’s what people told him. A beaten child that finally snaps and pushes back isn’t truly cruel– truly wrong. That monster deserved it– for he was the one who viscerally shoved this rot into the man's living corpse. Breaking skin and bone until the innards they were meant to protect melted into a toxic ooze.

Though filth squirmed under the skin, it was contained. He entered his prison. The smell of dinner cooking permeated the air. His wife was a great cook, or so everyone said. And perhaps he thought so in his youth, too. Now, however, the once mouthwater aroma of her stew only made him nauseous. He knew when he ate it later he'd taste nothing but his own bile.

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"Oh, you big baby, then let me have a look at it. Do you think you broke it?" Becky asked as she pulled his pants leg up.

This is a funny one in the most resent chapter

"Oh my, Becky, I'm feeling a bit shy right now." Josh batted his eyes.

"HA," you are the same guy who enjoyed stripping down to his boxers and jumping in my pool in the summertime. Yeah, right, nothing embarrasses you," Becky teased.

"Oh, I see, Becky. It's no wonder you have had a crush on him since you were little." Micah taunted Becky.

"It's not "that" like we were just kids; we're not thinking that manner."

Everybody laughed - as Becky had a bright red face.

This is from the opening of my first chapter. Give it a try! I'm just 2 away from 25 subs!

Mancer stood alone in a barren wasteland. A stiff breeze blew, kicking up dust into his face, but he paid it no mind. Beneath his feet, hundreds of glowing purple lines intersected in a massive web of magical circuitry. It was by far the most advanced summoning circle he'd ever drawn, and easily the largest in history.

“Are you really doing this?” Rixi, his wind sprite, flitted around him at high speed, pausing briefly in front of him to ask the question.

“Of course,” Mancer mumbled. Though he'd been alone for nearly thirteen years now, he still felt self-conscious about talking to his summons. Even Rixi, his very first contract spirit, had been unable to break the mold to which he'd so naturally conformed.

She pouted in front of him now, tapping her foot in the air as her dragonfly wings held her aloft. Her black skirt danced in the wind, and her long blond hair twisted into a perpetual curlique. She leaned forward, hands on her hips, with her dark green blouse hanging loosely around her neck. Her nose was just inches away from his, but he ignored her completely, waving her away as he focused on his work.

“Hmph! You've got some nerve, young man!” The thousand year old air spirit ranted ceaselessly, but it was nothing he hadn't heard before. He brushed her aside once more, taking for granted the very first connection he'd formed in this world.

Rixi scoffed. “Seriously. You can be so… Ugh! Don't make me call you by your real name, Peri–”

She was immediately met with a finger stuffed in her face. Rixi recoiled, tumbling backwards in a slow spiral.

“I've told you not to call me that,” Mancer said irritably, “now leave me alone!”

“You never complained when Jyna said it,” Rixi spat. She immediately regretted her words, though her pride wouldn't let her show it. Mancer was silent, staring at his lifelong friend despondently. A single tear rolled down his dirt caked face.

“Mancer, I–”

“Vanish.”

At his command, swirling lights enveloped the wind sprite, and a gust of wind blew through the wasteland like the final gasp of death. The tattoo around his ring finger pulsed briefly, then went dark, leaving a hollow, sickening feeling inside of him. Remorse gripped him. She was his first friend, his first interaction. Even before he was born, she was there with him, and now he'd dismissed her.

Like a rock that wouldn't skip.

But he couldn't dwell on it. He wouldn't let himself. There was too much to be done.

One of my recent favorites
Chapter 6 part 3
Oh, harken thou, Old Ones, blessed be thy name, for we are eternally your thankful children. We shall usher in the age of eternal bliss you have awaiting for us.” A voice cried out as thunderous applause accompanied them.
The figure speaking was not an impressive one—plain white robes, goldenheads of hair, a torn black cloth covering his eyes. Through sun rise and sun set, the figure spoke of the Old Ones and how one day they will return and how the citizens of Adamas should celebrate their welcome.

“Heed thy warning, beloved children, for the great egg of the goat is upon us.” The figure cried out; their voice echoed while a puff of smoke stood in their place.

Icaren took a long drink of water as he appreciated the beautiful sunset in front of him. Each day brought a new opportunity to save others, to convert the sinners, and to save them from judgment and themselves. It was duty to tell the others of ancient teachings and speard the Old Ones words.

“Yoqur anje tenf Astantan Hayps.”
We your children welcome your return. Icaren prayed.