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I'm being crazy generous today and giving you five paragraphs!
"Oh you have to have heard about how haunted our little town is," Oscar replied, a grin back on his face. "It's the main thing that brings in the tourists. All year long people trickle in to see the town that was to source of the documentary Perfect Harmony. Ever heard of it?"

Kunal shook his head. He wasn't exactly a skeptic, but he didn't actively believe in the paranormal either. "So how is this place haunted?"

Oscar stopped at an intersection. "That, Kunal, is a long story I'll have to tell you about later. I'm heading off this way, unless you'd like company a little way further?"

Oscar was giving him an out. Kunal could take it, or he could find some courage and let Oscar walk him back home. After a brief hesitation, he took the coward's route, but amended, "Yeah you can tell me later. But if there are spirits hanging around, I need to know so I can blame them if I bowl a rotten game."

Oscar blinked and then grinned. "Why, Kunal Sadaram, was that a joke? I knew you couldn't be so serious all the time. I'm really looking forward to Friday even more now. Good night." Before Kunal could react, Oscar turned and headed down the street toward his house, leaving Kunal to wonder why that comment had made this sound like a date.


Story finished at about 32K!
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It's more than five sentences but who cares?
Kunal decided to call it an early night. Paying his tab, he got up to leave, vacating his seat at the bar to the man who'd just approached. "All yours," he tossed over his shoulder. "I was just leaving."

"Well that's a shame. Here I was about to ask to buy you a drink."

Kunal paused to actually look at who was speaking and froze. He was right. It really was just a matter of time before he ran into someone he knew. Someone from Harmony. Someone who could recognize him.


I'm over 22K with this story. I feel so good about it :)

Friday Five

Apr. 8th, 2016 11:57 am
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I haven't done this in a little while, but as I've been on a roll this whole week, here's five lines from my current WIP!
Kunal Sadaram untied his apron, smoothing it as he hung it up behind the door of the kitchens. The wall next to the door had neat rows, a hook and cubby system. It had been devised by Divya, the elder of his two younger sisters, to keep everyone's belongings neat, tidy, and perfectly in line. It was a reflection of her life. As Kunal looked at his sparse cubby, he briefly thought it was also a reflection of his own: organized, but empty.

How are you all doing on your projects?

Friday Five

Nov. 6th, 2015 11:00 am
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It's a bit more than five sentences but who cares? I FINALLY FINISHED THIS THING.

Nadir almost felt drunk. He was lightheaded and almost giddy from the sudden realization that perhaps he hadn't been imagining, hoping against hope at all. That there was something here and that Bastian felt it as much as he did.

Then Bastian's hand moved to slide along Nadir's jaw and creep into his hair and this time Nadir was the one fighting shivers and sounds as his eyes drifted shut. "Nadir," Bastian breathed and it felt like a benediction. He felt Bastian move, felt him shift nearer and opened his eyes in time to see Bastian's face so close it was distorted and wasn't that strange?

And that was the last thought Nadir had before Bastian exhaled against his lips and then kissed him.
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And by that I mean "Five Paragraphs" to make up for all the Friday Fives I've been missing. This narrative was written for a application for an rpg two years ago. Sicne I just joined a new game with said character, I figured I should post this here...since I never did? Oops?

Anyway, this is Aksel. He can control you. When he says dance, you dance. He's the Puppetmaster, bitches.

And he's not a nice guy. )
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I haven't posted writing in so long but I'm happy to post this, a snippet from Feint of Heart that will be PUBLISHED in Less Than three's upcoming Won't Back Down anthology! Wooo I'm getting published!

"Again."

Cal's eyes stung as sweat poured into them, but he didn't so much as raise a hand to wipe his brow. He could feel Sir Taren Veretti's eyes on him and he refused to look weak. So he blinked the sweat away as rapidly as he could, took his stance, and lunged again.

Once again his thrust was easily parried, but this time Taren slapped the blade further to the right, slid into close range, and smacked the flat of the blade against his stomach. "Hit. Were I an enemy, Cal Caison, you would be dead."

Cal gave in and shoved both his hair and a river of sweat from his eyes, but he didn't dare use stinging eyes and perspiration as an excuse. He'd seen Sir Taren fight with injuries that would have crippled a squire, and probably even a handful of Queen Selvia's other veteran knights. If he wanted to be half as good at Sir Taren, he had to be able to fight through discomfort.


This is a variation of something posted earlier, with a few lines more. I may post another snippet or two later, but as it's only ~15,200 words and it's being published for actual monies, I'd rather have as much of the whole story in tact in the anthology as possible.
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I was out most of today so this is a little late.

Jun started exploring the small apartment, pausing every few feet whenever he noticed something that gave him a little insight into Klaus. He wasn't overly messy; the strewing about of clothes were a little haphazard, like he cleaned up maybe once every week or two and hadn't had a chance yet this week. His fridge was full of sodas, beer, milk, and some questionable cold cuts. The cabinets were full of cereal, ramen, and other instant foods. Clearly Klaus was no cook.
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I have had an extremely busy workweek and little time to write. I do have, however, more from that semi-abandoned [livejournal.com profile] bb_shousetsu project.

Klaus narrowed his eyes, watching the guy warily. "You followed me."

A snort. "Like I had to. I could have waited here for you to show up. I mean, if you're stupid enough to hide at your own apartment..."

Klaus stood up, the movement, slow as though he thought sudden movements might make this guy do whatever the hell it was he was here to do. It was a shame this was how they met: in any other circumstance, Klaus would have found him attractive.
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It's been hot out forever so have a bit of torridness in writing too. Only a taste.

"Let me in," Naj whispered, running pale hands up Tessani's chest to curve over his shoulders and hook behind his neck. He shifted, hips canting upward, one leg moving to curl around Tessani's.

Tessani grunted, the sound low and short. "Move like that again and I'll be the one asking you that."

Naj grinned, and deliberately rolled his hips again.
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So I missed my Sunday Six this week due to migraines so here's a longer-than-usual Friday Five.

Tessani didn't remember falling asleep. He barely remembered trudging back to the inn and going to his room. He did recall, however, talking to Jindra on the way back. After they were both able to stand, she showed him the mark on her hand. It was as he'd glimpsed, and it looked like it had been burned into her flesh from the outside.

"It felt like it too," she confessed, her voice low. "Like the very sun itself was burning my skin, making this mark. She said my tyro will have one that matched, like the other half of a full symbol." She smiled a bit then and Tessani watched her expression changed. "I'm not sure explain how different it feels now. It just feels like I'm being pulled somewhere, and wherever that is, my tyro is. I just know I have to go there. Soon."

Tessani's brow furrowed. "I don't understand."

"You will, Shadowbinder," Zara called from up ahead and Tessani started, surprised she could hear them. "After your ritual, you too will understand."
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Going to be busy today, so let me get this out of the way before I forget.
Someone stirred behind her and she whirled, starting at a sleepy-eyed Jindra crawling out of their tent. Jindra's hair was mussed, her gaze unfocused, and despite their spectacular fight the night before, Bel still found herself smiling. "Good morning. I didn't expect you away just yet."

Jindra tilted her head, her own expression softening as she looked at Bel. "I felt you wake and I didn't want to miss all of the sunrise."

Uh. This part's kind of boring, but it's setting the stage for stuff and I haven't had a chance to write due to a sort of crazy week. Hoping to make up for it over my upcoming long weekend next weekend.
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I stayed home today for various reasons, and almost forgot to post this. Here we go:

Only half an hour later he found them. Zara stood with her back to the tallest in a ring of imposing stones, while Jindra knelt in the center. Her head was bowed, but her body pulled taut as a bow string, cocked as though she were ready to fight at the first sign of something gone wrong. Tessani wouldn't have been surprised if that was exactly the case. He hadn't known her long, but she wasn't difficult to read.
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This is something for LT3 Press, for later this year. I'm hoping it gets accepted into the upcoming anthology.

The squire's eyes stung as sweat poured into them, but he didn't so much as raise a hand to wipe his brow. He could feel his knight's eyes on on him and the number one thing he refused to do was look weak. So he blinked the sweat away as rapidly as he could, took his stance and lunged again.

Once again his thrust was easily parried, but this time, the knight slapped the blade further to the right, slid into close range and smacked the flat of the blade against his stomach. "Hit. Were I an enemy, squire, you would be dead."


Squire and knight both have names, but they're written down elsewhere and I can't recall them right now. I had changed them a couple times simply because other names didn't feel right and now I can't recall what I settled on because I haven't devoted much time to this yet. My focus has still pretty much all been on Shadowbinder.
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In spite of - or perhaps because of - distressing news, I've kicked myself into gear a little more with Shadowbinder. I created some backstory that sets me up for some interesting world-building. At least, I hope it's interesting. That said, here's a wee Friday Five for you.
"Have you done this before?" Tessani asked, almost hesitantly.

Naj snorted. "Surely you don't think a tyro's life only begins the moment he's bound to a mage. I lived nineteen seasons before I met you. I am not new to this."


Have fun deciding what they're talking about :D
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After all the unpleasantness in these posts lately, I thought maybe I should leave off with something sweeter :) Happy Friday!
"Not fully," the voice reminded him. "And yet that matters not to you. Why?"

Naj's nostrils flared. "Are you so blind to anything beyond what lurks with you in those shadows that you cannot recognize love?"

There was a moment of silence and then a deep chuckle, one that startled Naj more than anything. "No. But you, tyro, are so stubborn and proud that you would not admit such a thing until now."


Well maybe it's not quite five sentences, but I had to fudge things a wee bit.
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I'm a little late with my Friday Five today because I was off from work and was out and about. Anyway I'm at a computer now so here it is!
The shadows had taken control. Tessani could no longer keep them at back and with that last hold broken, they swarmed, covering his hands and feet, crawling up over his neck and head, pouring across his face until finally, they seeped into the very whites of his eyes. Tessani screamed, back arching up off the floor as his hand clenched tight, crushing Naj's fingers in his own. Naj bit back the cry of pain that threatened to come, watching as the last bit of deep warm brown in Tessani's eyes was eaten by swirling darkness.

Tessani screamed again, the sound suddenly changing to an echoing howl, a sound that couldn't come from a human throat.
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Woooo Friday!! FINALLY. This week took forever to end. Here's my Friday Five, which is conserable less happy than I am.

A cruel laugh cut through the hushed whispers. Poor little shadow mage who bit off more than he could chew and now he’s lost. What will you do, Shadowbinder, when everyone turns their backs on you and all you have left is your shadows? A shadowmage who can no longer control shadows is useless at best. One who hears voices, though, my my whatever would they think of you if they knew?
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There are more players in this game than previously thought. In fact a whole faction developed itself in a way I hadn't quite expected and am a bit irritated at myself for not realizing sooner. I may have to tweak a few major characters for this but it pretty much needs to happen.

This...means very little to anyone not living in my brain. Never mind; here's the Friday Five!

Tessani opened his mouth to say more, but Zara didn't so much as pause before she swept out of the tavern. "I still don't trust her," he commented darkly.

"Me either," Jindra agreed, "and I assume that's why you didn't tell her about the secret passageway. That aside, I don't know that she will be there when I go to meet her tomorrow."

"And what will you do if she isn't?" Tessani asked the question, curious about Jindra's answer.


Stuff!
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I don't have a lot of time - today is suddenly crazy busy at work, but here's my Friday Five!

A slow smile spread across Naj’s face. Soon, he’d be out of this place soon, out of the academy with its thieves, its sneaks and liars, of which he was admittedly one. But he’d also be away from the backstabbers and traitors, the ones who smiled with one side of their faces and told damning lies and rumors with the other. Soon, he’d have a mage to draw from and balance power with and he’d have the strength and means for his revenge.

Soon, everything was going to change.
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TGIF people! I am so, so happy it's Friday, I cannot even tell you. Here's my Friday Five, and then it's back to work for me!

The tavern was loud, but not so noisy as the market place had been. This was the sort of din created by men and women who'd eaten hearty dinners and then forgone dessert for ale and wine instead. A bard towards the back played on a makeshift stage and some out the rowdier patrons sang along in coarse voices. A barmaid moved from table to table, taking orders and tips, her prettiness working very well in her favor, money-wise. Twice before Tessani could head for the bar, he saw someone pull her over to slip a coin into the pockets of her apron, to which she always responded with a quick grin and quicker sidestep to continue her job.


I'm debating whether this as yet unnamed barmaid is of any real importance. Knowing me? She will be.

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