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Do you work on multiple writing projects at the same time? Right now, I’m working on some short stories, a novel, and a translation #writingq #WritingCommunity
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always. Gotta love OCD. I’ll tag team several at a time.
within the past year, I wrote: “My life Majiri”,
started the 3rd part of my Star Wars trilogy (“Family is more than blood”) then pumped out the Diesel punk drama “Airship Dreams”
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for “Darkness and Light”
“I Do it for You” and
“Family is more than blood” are all in the #StarWars #theOldRepublic universe, but original story.
“My Life Majiri” is an original story inspired by the #Palia game lore and gameplay. 2/2
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I wish I was creative enough to create my own worlds from scratch. I’m better at making my own versions of already known places ; either from real life or from an existing fandom.
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i did an alt timeline 1/2
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pg334 has spoilers so here's page 33. Einnar and Remi are trapped in the Colorado Desert with a helicopter low on fuel and landed in hope of finding supplies in Between Neon and The Light.
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Remi inspected the door, squatted, and removed picks from within her right arm. A few moments later she pulled the handle with success. As the door swung open Einnar grabbed her hand and the door latch. Both held firm. He closed it and ushered Remi to back off.
“Wait.” He sharply whispered and gently shoved her away.
She curled a lip mid grimace. “Okay.”
The experienced dropper leaned in to listen at the door. Einnar shushed her with a waived hand, unlatched the handle, and slowly pushed it open a tiny smidge at a time. The movement ceased when he spotted a hook and line at the corner above the doorway.
“Slag.” He narrowed his eyes and motioned for her to hold the door handle. “Hold this, don’t move it. Not at all, you vibe?” A finger shot into her face.
“I vibe geez. What is it?”
He scoured the trash in the area, found a piece of metal, and polished it against his vest. “Probably a trap.”
“A trap!” Remy flailed and squawked. “And you casually got me in the way of it?”
Einnar seized her hand and the door latch. “No, I told you to stay still. Now move, I got this.” He looked at his left arm, the one with no power and released a disappointed tsk.
Her eyebrows sailed as she returned her hand to the latch. “You were rudely saying?”
Einnar smirked and accepted her help. He gently poked the polished metal sliver into the crack of the door. The makeshift mirror revealed enough of the room to cause him to slouch in dread.
“Damn. It’s a claymore.” His head drooped in disappointment. Einnar retracted the mirror and tossed it aside. “Hold still.” He lapped the miniature property a second time.
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page 33 of “I do it for you”
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"Her?" Theron questioned.
"Yeah... Xanthe. That crazy Sith I used to run with before the war with the Eternal Empire."
Borias nodded thoughtfully. "My sister."
"What is it with crazy sisters?" Andronikos shrugged. "One minute she's with me all like: I love you... and the next, she's like: hey...I need to go find my father, then goes wandering off, chasing after some guy named Zildrog."
"Zildrog is the Sith Emperor." Borias stated plainly.
Andronikos eyes went wide. "Oh, that makes sense. Aren't all you Sith connected to the emperor?"
"Not all of us." Borias smiled. "I was the emperor's wrath, though I did not allow him to control my fate or my life."
"Thank the stars for that." Theron said softly. "Now we can get on with ours." He smiled up at Borias fondly.
"Yeah." Andronikos said. "So, I know you don't owe me anything, but can you help a guy out?" He looked at Borias.
"If she's your sister, you must know where she is."
Borias looked at him thoughtfully. "You are much better off without her."
Andronikos stared at him, pleading. "Comon Sith. I've been searching all this time. I hate to admit it, but I love that crazy Sith."
Borias chuckled heartily. "Suit yourself. We happened to find her frozen in carbonite two months ago. She is in our prison." He glanced at Hylo.
She nodded. "Comon. I'll show you to the prison."
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page 33 of “Dawn is Coming”
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"Burning his body and leaving it in the already destroyed basement. An easy coverup to murder" Tennant said.
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Kiev Central District Government Center
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"No, this will never do." the Director said. he let out a heavy sigh. "Now I shall have to find another puppet to pull the strings."
He paced back-and-forth, watching the news feed from the United States on his projection sized wall mounted monitor.
He also thought of another matter that disturbed him. His contact in the United States had not checked in yet. he wondered what the situation was concerning the virus.
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OSHA labs midtown
"Get out now!" The Sergeant said. "We can't be caught here."
His subordinate grabbed the box from the countertop. "That's it Sarge. I got all of them."
"I don't think that would be a problem now." another said. "Now that the President is dead, we won't have anyone checking up on us."
"Oh won't we?" the Sergeant replied. The vice president is no better than Nino. In fact, I think he is actually worse."
The young soldier held the box like it was a treasure chest. "I...um... do you think this stuff actually works Sarge?"
The Sergeant looked into the box with the syringes and the yellow fluid. he frowned.
"I'm not sure, but I suppose we'll have to take that risk. too many people are dying and that professor and his assistant I am assuming are dead."
"The lab assistant died." The other soldier said. "That was on the news two weeks ago. We haven't heard anything more about the professor though. maybe he's out there somewhere."
The Sergeant shrugged. "Geez...I hope so. if this stuff does work, we're gonna need a whole heck of a lot more of it."
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page 33 of “My Life Majiri “
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Hodari gave a nervous chuckle. "I know, but since we lost your mom, and you almost died...I guess I've been overprotective of you. I'm sorry."
"Yeah... I know. You never let me do anything."
Hodari stared at her. She was right. She wasn't his little girl anymore.
She was growing into a young woman.
"I know. Trust me sweetheart, I'm workin' on that."
He finished eating his breakfast, then turned to walk out.
He let out a sigh, then smiled at Najuma as he moved towards the door.
Najuma looked up at him. "I hope everything goes okay with Ame dad.
I really hope he can come and visit us more often."
"Me too an' I won't mind spending' time with him either."
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the Elderwood The Ancient Forest
Watcher Subira stood at the edge of the path overlooking the deep valley into the forest of ancient trees. They towered over the whole area, reaching into the Umbran sky of deep purple and magenta.
She thought about her time spent here over the last two months and how much she had come to care for the strange human who suddenly appeared into their world five months ago. young girl with bright red hair and goggles on her head, she has pink skin and a Band-Aid on her cheek. Najuma Pavel from the video game Palia
* art by Dona Vajgand Illustration of Hodari Pavel from the video game Palia
*art by Dona Vajgand Adult woman 
with white streaks in her brown hair she has pink skin and pointed ears   
Watcher Subira from the video game, Palia
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page 33 of the WIP “Family is more than blood”
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The sky palace hung like a jewel above Nar Shaddaa's endless sprawl, its spires cutting through the polluted clouds and neon glow.
Once the stronghold of Lord Borias, it had stood dormant for years, silent halls gathering dust, security droids locked in idle patrol cycles.
Now, for the first time in a long while, the place stirred with signs of life.
Brey'enne walked through the grand foyer with a datapad clutched in one hand.
, scanning
through assignment briefs forwarded from the
SIS. Her father had made it clear: if she was to stay here, she would also serve. The faint buzz of encrypted holo-messages filled her ears as she tried to balance the reality of intelligence work with the strangeness of moving into a palace that felt more like a monument than a home.
Her brothers, meanwhile, had taken over the eastern wing. Crates were stacked against the corridor walls, half-unpacked: clothes, training
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267 pages in this story, so here’s page 33
Borias learns the ways of the Sith from his sister Xanthe.
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"You had better not be. I thought I have beaten all that Jedi nonsense out of you these past few months brother."
"If you listen to my mother, she claimed that I am just like father."
"You may look like father, but you fight like a Jedi."
Borias growled, coming at her with his practice sword, gripping it tightly with his left hand. "You take that back!"
She knocked him out of the way, shoving him back. "Until you learn the ways if the Sith, you are still a Jedi scum."
"But they said I am dark. Does that not make me a Sith?"
The Chiss shook her thick mane of midnight blue hair streaked with white.
"No. A Jedi can also be Dark. It does not make them a Sith."
"So all these Padawans that they bring here for training because they are like me does not make them Sith?"
"Listen, being a Sith is not just being dark and embracing the dark side of the force. It is much more than that." The deep red eyes looked deeply into his bright blue ones.
"Recite the code."
He looked curiously at her. "Why?"
"Just do it. The code is part of the Sith way. It is our focus, our lifestyle.
The force is only a part of that."
Borias nodded. "Peace is a lie. There is only passion..."
"There is no emotion, only peace..." Xanthe countered. "You see, the Jedi teach peace and coldness. That is why they do not have families."
"No. It is because they believe that attachments are a weakness. They believe that passion leads to the dark side." He frowned. "I suppose that they are right. It is the reason why I am here."
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There’s only 243 pages in this manuscript, so here’s page 33 😛

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Braxton's mind was still echoing with two names- Shenstien and
Ashcroft. He closed his sketchbook slowly
"Oh, Nothing," he lied. But his blue eyes betrayed the storm building behind them.
Braxton spread the foreign papers across the desk. German headlines, bold and black. French columns, tight and hurried. And always, the same name surfacing between the lines.
Shenstien.
Ashcroft's name lingered nearby in footnotes and speculation, as if the professor were a ghost haunting the margins of history.
Behind him, Amelia's voice drifted like smoke. "Reading foreign papers will only sour your stomach. Best leave such things to those who thrive on worry."
Braxton didn't turn. His hand tightened on the newsprint, smudging ink across his fingers. "He was more than a meddler, Aunt. He saw me."
Amelia's silence was heavier than any denial.
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Night Train, Germany
The stranger's smile didn't reach his eyes. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees.
"Forgive me," he said, voice low, "but you don't look like a man traveling for leisure."
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It's Hump Day, folks, and our friend demands a sacrifice. Let's get a page from your wip. Maybe it's the middle for you? Give us a line from PAGE 334

Haven't gotten to page yet? How about just 33, then?

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at least Bluesky is positive and the community is friendly, unlike other platforms where you’ll either get trolled or ignored.
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15. Definitely a MILF/ Cougar vibes going on here. Aqulian is half her age. (she’s 50, he’s 20)
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my OC the “redeemed” Vaylin from the Star Wars trilogy story “Darkness and Light” Aqulian Ankar-Wownomore from Sims4 and the Star WRs Story: “Family is more than blood” Aquilan didn't chase her, but his voice followed, calm and steady. "No, it's not wrong. Twenty years of your life were stolen away from you. And the years after... you weren't living, not really. You were surviving, going through the motions, trying to figure out what you were even allowed to be."
Her golden eyes flicked to him, wary, searching.
He stepped closer, gentle, his sapphire gaze never wavering. "That doesn't make you old, Vaylin. It makes you unfinished. You still have everything in front of you. You just... never had anyone to remind you of that."
The tightness in her arms loosened. For the first time, she looked at him not with fear or defiance, but with something achingly human - the longing to believe he might be right.
Aquilan frowned, his sapphire eyes steady. "You don't have to know. You don't have to be perfect. You just have to be you."
Her gaze faltered, torn between longing and fear. "You don't understand. I was caged before I even came of age. Nathema, Valkorion-" her voice caught, trembling. "He stole everything from me. Childhood.
Freedom. Even this. I'm... too old for this, Aquilan.
You're barely older than I was when he locked me away."
Aquilan took a careful step closer, not pressing, only offering. "Then let me give it back to you. What he stole. Not as a student. Not as a warrior. Just... as someone who cares."
Her lips parted, trembling. She turned her face away, as if afraid to believe him, afraid to want more. Yet in her golden eyes, that fragile spark of hope still glimmered — the piece of her Valkorion had never managed to crush.
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Is your story set in our world or a world you've created? Give us some setting vibes!

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Fall forest scene overlaid with the words “#FirstDraftFall - October - Planning
Is your story set in our world or a world you've created?
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Oh! it definitely should! Thanks for the prompt!
SFF Chat prompt for the 15th is "Does your world have any spooky holidays or traditions?"
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Theröz is just one big love bug. Lots of fluff in my gay stories.
Theröz-Braxton
Lord Borias -Theron
Djamin-Hodari
lots of affection and deep love.