That’s a lot of effort tho… I’m almost tempted to just up and delete this entire blog instead tbh. I won’t tho. Not now, at least. Cuz as much as I hate all the ancient cringe shit on here, it’s really shown how far I’ve come in several ways. Writing, most noticeably.
The Moonlit Path is a sci-fi/fantasy anthology of short stories/novellas. On the galactic level, Kingdoms rise and fall, Empires subjugate LIBERATE and consume, and Planetary societies fall into ruin.
However, there is no chosen one to save the universe. Just a handful of aliens trying to do their best and caught up in the claws of the powers that be.
Person B: “Probably somewhere around the time that we agreed to this bullshit, in the first place.”
Got tagged by @illyrilex to post 5 sentences from a WIP then tag five people. I kinda fudged things because I didn’t have any other complete sentences on their own before “Inhuman?” and after “human-shaped tank”, so there are technically more than 5 here but idrc.
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“Well… yes. The three of you always seem so…” Cecile gestured vaguely with a hand, trying to conjure a non-inflammatory descriptor.
“Inhuman?”
She bit her lip, unable to meet his eyes, because that was exactly how she saw him and those kids of his. It made her feel much too guilty to verbally admit such a thing when he was being so compassionate… But they really were the textbook definition of inhuman; a walking blowtorch, Antarctica personified, and a human-shaped tank.
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I am honest to god too lazy to tag anybody for this, so if you see it? Snatch it
WOULD YOU DATE ME IF I WAS A WORM? TEXT // RDR2 EDITION
Job Hunt
Full disclosure, this came to me at 3 in the arvo in a servo parking lot while I was eating a sandwich, so I have no idea why K’ would even be in either England or Southtown, where Illusion is located. There was just so much to the idea I couldn’t not write it.
