Blinding Neon

I don't imagine I'll have guns in Space Don't Dictate fate just because it's already a task for me to write action scenes with weapons that aren't bare hands (yes I count hands as weapons). But also cause I think it'd go like this.

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Cosma grinned, showing off a little more teeth than usual, "Remember that one city we wrecked. With the pretty statue and the beast that almost swallowed you whole?"

Greeter sat on the floor. Hurting from the last bout of trial runs her fellow soldier had convinced her to do. It wasn't really difficult, it was more just asking the older soldier to drop by after taking off their armor.

Greeter snorted a sound of acknowledgement, "We should've knocked a hunk off that stupid thing. Could've used the material."

"Not important. Remember how they were shooting at us? The people we dragged on with us have guns."

"Guns? Don't think I've ever used one."

Cosma leaned down, with effort. Resting her cheek on a head of silvery hair. One hand absentmindedly wiping drool off of the soldier's chin.

"Try it," Cosma said dropping it in her lap.

Greeter panicked, scrambling away from it, "What if that piece of shit fired in my lap?"

"Won't happen. Something about a safety thing their humanoid ancestors did. I couldn't fully understand their speech."

Greeter slowly rose to her feet, groaning at a pain in their lower back and shoulder. She crouched, picking up the gun. The chamber was pretty long and the cushiony part of the handle worn and discolored.

"How do I fire?" Greeter asked, remaining crouched.

"There's a glass thing in that slot up top. Pull that upright. I think it helps with aim? Then put two fingers on the trigger." Cosma recounted gesturing to the trigger, "They said the trigger is kinda stiff."

Greeter followed the instructions, turning their head to ask for more information. They accidentally pulled the trigger. Firing off two bullets, that sprayed ugly piercings through the wall. No where near the hand drawn target.

Greeter dropped the gun immediately, gritting their teeth as their ears rung. Pressing their palms flat against their ears. Peering over at Cosma with one yellow eye, expectantly.

Cosma was in slightly better shape, "Shit shot," She said loud enough to hear over her own stinging ears, it made Greeter's hurt more.

"Shut up. You fire the stupid shit."

Cosma laughed, tilting her head in Greeter's direction, "I can't hear you. Let me see if I can find something in the scraps to plug an ear."

Greeter rolled her eyes doubting she didn't hear them. But welcomed the few minutes this would spare them to get her bearings back.

Story garden tag

Thanks for the tag @agirlandherquill @thatuselesshuman this looks like a fun one

Rules: Use the given starting sentences for each paragraph, start to construct a story, then share it and add your own starters, and keep the story going!

The starting sentences are in bold

Endings are inevitable, but what about beginnings? When does one story conclude, and another starts? Why am I asking you this? I honestly don’t know. Maybe it is because these may be my last moments alive, and I am afraid of what comes next. Read this account carefully, and set it into your heart so that you will never forget.

The burn of the fire could never compare to the bite of the cold that has sunk its teeth into unwilling flesh and refused to let go. I know it sounds overly dramatic, but have you ever been in a situation where you question everything you held dear? When all reason abandons you, your sanity slowly seeps out of every pore, and you feel like you are losing your humanity?

Trouble sought them out through the storms, through nightmares-there was no escape, not even now. The naive, the dreamer, the one who fears no god and laughs at the face of death. They are just asking for karma to destroy everything they hold dear. Had I known what lay insides that cursed sea, I would have stayed in that tavern and swore to never sail again.

Why do the dead never seem to stay dead? What drives them to keep haunting those they knew in life? Is it the guilt of those they haunt? Or does sheer will and malice drive them to follow and pursue people until they can no longer take it? I’ve carried many ghosts around me over the years. Some continually keep me company, others have faded away, or have made peace with me. Yet there was one I never expected to see again: you.

If you could leave me again, would you? I know this is a sensitive subject. I do not blame you for being mad at me (but did you really have to put your sword between my ribs?) When I found out that I was going to spend half a year on a tiny ship with you, I expected the worst. Yet we stayed away and never spoke to each other for the first month. Yet I could see the daggers in your eyes. In your head, you weighed all my sins. So it came as a complete surprise when you first spoke to me.

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I didn’t think I could ever be forgiven.

Looking back, would you have jumped ship when things first began going wrong?

There are some things that should have remained buried.

ToL Rewrite Excerpt (Ch. 2)

Something that was missing from the story: Oliver haunting Mara. Yes, she tends to cut people off and never look back, but Oliver was her only family. It makes more sense for her to mourn him, too. The line in bold is one of my new personal faves.

At the end of the road, three figures in white capes marched her way, though their leisurely pace made her certain her position had not been given away. The guard in the middle walked with a slight sway to his hips, with slouched shoulders that gave him a posture of apathy. Even in glory, he showed no honor.

She knew that roguish saunter would be paired with a smirk and a smoldering azure gaze. Those eyes that once made her weak now filled her with cool fury. She had not considered the possibility of being betrayed by him for a second time. After a curt nod to the helpful neighbors, she walked quickly to the next house. As she raised her hand to knock on the door, she let the shadows of the past fade in the filtered morning light. She was weak, then; he was weak, still. The truth would not be pried from her again.

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im starting to think you guys dont like it when stories make you feel things

I did end up making a 2nd half, with quotes from Anrikas. Most of Kit's lines were directed at him, and most of these lines are directed at Kit. Some of them, but not all, are even from the same conversations. ;)

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1. "One can't expect any better from the yapping whelp of a fox."
2. "You don't have to bark like a stray hound to get my attention, we're already the only people here. Unless you think yourself unable to compete with shrubs and flowers."
3. "You irritate me," said Anrikas. "But all the same I have no desire to see your blood stain the blade of a ritual dagger. I can extend you no further grace than that."
4. "Bark all you want, I'm not here because of you anyway. You think you're so special? A hunter never sacrifices himself for a hound."
5. "Kit isn't a weapon to be used, even if it was his fight, which it isn't. I'd not ask that of him."
6. "I lose my temper, in arguments that you start. It's not the same thing at all."
7. "You've just proved you can talk like a man, instead of like a dog. So whether I travel with a companion or a yapping hound is up to you, isn't it?"
8. "You have a future," he said. "We talked about it before. Sailing across the ocean together, remember?"
9. "Fine. You're snapping at the bars of a cage that isn't even locked, but in the end you're right. What you do isn't any concern of mine."
10. "You don't need to ask me for help. I'm going to help you because I want to. Because you deserve to be helped."
11. "It isn't really up to you to tell me where I belong, or what I should do with my time. You made me realize that."
12. "We've come this far together. I'm not leaving here alone even if I have to carry you out."
13. "No, not like that. I won't allow you to force me out so you can comfort yourself about it later. If what you really want is for me to be gone, walk away yourself, and I won't follow you."
14. "I do see you, sometimes. I know you're clever, you're adaptable, you're funny. You're strong-willed and stubborn. You're a survivor, and all of those things in ways I can't match. You make me feel all kinds of frustration and embarrassment, and I know you do it on purpose. But no one has ever talked to me the way that you do. When you look at me, I think you see me too, without pity or apology or disdain, and without any desire to use me for anything. I don't always like who I am around you, when you're acting. You bring out things in me that I didn't know existed. But they're genuine. And sometimes I get glimpses of the future where we're both genuine."
15. "I don't want to hand them your life on a silver platter. What's the point in saving one thing that's important to me if I have to lose something else? Call me greedy, if you will, but I want both. You and my family."

having OC’s is crazy for real because no one else gives a fuck meanwhile you’ll be at the function thinking about them (guys who are not real) like