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Universal Equals - an excerpt
It is said that human beings stand between the smallest things known to man and the biggest.
We connect the ticking clock to the turn of the Earth, the rhythm of our Solar System. All eight planets moving in harmony creating the universal music to which the stars themselves twinkle.
From our first tumbling strides to our dying breath We stand in this Universe not as subjects... but as equals
Family Business - Daniel Peters
Agent Daniel Peters paces around a lavishly decorated hotel room looking out onto the bustling New York streets below with his phone up to his ear. A black duffel bag sits open on the bed with a disassembled sniper rifle and a semi-automatic handgun laying beside it. He speaks quickly, ‘The junior agency is compromised. I repeat, Firefly know who we are. Jack and Paige are already dead and the twins are answering any communications.’ There is a squeal of tyres from below and Daniel peers through the curtains. Six heavily armed men in black suits pile out of a black unmarked SUV. One of them looks directly up to Daniel’s window. Jumping back from the window, Daniel throws the weapons and a silver laptop into the duffel and zips it up. He checks his personal weapon in his inside jacket pocket before throwing the duffel over his shoulder and leaving the room. The hotel corridor is elegant but empty. It’s still early morning and most guests are either down having breakfast or still asleep in their rooms. Two of the three elevators are already moving… up to his level. Scratching off the elevator route, Daniel heads to the service door at the end of hallway and disappears behind it. Once inside he pulls out his phone and checks his connection to the hotel security cameras. Still active. Three of the armed men are racing up the grand staircase. Back on his level, the two elevators open and more men spill out onto the landing. Daniel dials a number on his phone and starts down the metal staircase. ‘This is Agent Peters calling in. They’ve found me. Find the twins and get them underground. I’ve uploaded all my intel to a secure server.’ Somewhere above him the service door is kicked open and footsteps begin pounding down towards him. ‘I’ll call back in as soon as I can.’ He reaches a door marked “Underground Parking” and slips through it. The carpark is full of cars and their passengers going about their daily business. Hotel staff are pushing laundry trolleys or taking deliveries out of trucks and all kinds of people wheel suitcase towards the glass doors on the other side that lead into the main lobby. Daniel drops his pace trying to blend in. He puts his hand into his pocket and unlocks his car from a distance. He sees the lights flicker and his heart starts to calm as he slips into the drivers seat and puts the key in the ignition. The explosion rocks the underground carpark but there is only one reported victim. A grey-haired man in black suit deposits the detonator into nearby trash can and disappears into the chaos.
Family Business - Jack Cross
Jack Cross gasps for breath as his head is yanked out of the trough of water. His hands and arms are numb from being restrained behind him and his knees ache from kneeling on the concrete floor. One of the two men responsible for his miserable situation squats down on the other side of the trough. ‘We know that you and five other children survived the attack. And we know you all continued training. The assumption is that, at least some of you, would go onto join MI7 officially when you came of age.’ Jack only glares back at him. Solemn and silent. ‘Give me their names, Cross,’ says the man, ‘and all of this will end.’ ‘Go to hell.’ ‘Suit yourself.’ He stands up and address the man still holding the collar of Jack’s shirt, ‘Kill him.’ Jack is plunged back in to the ice water. His last thoughts went out to the other agents still fighting.
Family Business - New WIP
The bullets spray the air as Paige ducks behind a stack of crates. One of the crates explodes above her sending wooden shards scattering. She grunts, tightens her grip on her weapon and keeps running. Sliding around a corner, Paige takes out her two-way radio, ‘Agent Paige Clark calling Base. Please come in! It was an ambush, the whole thing was a set up. Request immediate evac. Repeat: this is Agent Clark, can anyone hear me?’ The radio spits only static in response. Another round of bullets fill the air and one of them embeds itself in Paige’s lower leg. She loses momentum mid-stride and collapses to the floor. Paige crawls to a wall and takes out two of her attackers with two bullets before ejecting the clip and searching through her bag for another one. The bullets fall silent. Agent Clark tries to catch her breath, the bullet wound in her leg pounding. Footsteps draw her attention to her right as a grey-haired man in a black suit steps out of the shadows. ‘It doesn’t have to end here, Paige. We already have Agent Cross.’ He says, ‘Firefly could use an Agent like you.’ ‘You really think I’ll join Firefly? After what you did?’ The grey-haired man shrugs and pulls out his own gun and shoots Agent Paige Clark twice in the chest.
sell it bob
This is what I'm going to say the next time someone brings up sexuality!
I'm not straight I have character!
Coming next Saturday, June 29th, 2019, join me in a Write-A-Thon!
What is a Write-A-Thon?
Wherever you are in the world, starting midnight YOUR time you will dedicate the day to write whatever you want!
It is all in good fun - but set a goal and AIM higher! This is a great way to get ready for Camp NaNoWriMo (if you’re participating) or just get your groove on!
How do I participate?
However you want!
But, to make this more official, feel free to reblog this post with your goals.
Tag any posts relating to the write-a-thon with #june19writeathon. Also feel free to tag me @elaynab-writing in the post so I don’t miss it! I’ll be checking the tag throughout the day.
Join the Discord Server!
And that’s it for now! Be on the lookout for more updates! All in good fun - yay!
Tagging those who expressed interest before (either by reblogging or commenting)…no pressure to join though!
Keep reading
Reblogging to set some goals:
1. Finish my WIP "Kara"
2. Upload more content here on my page
3. Add some chapters on Story Wars profile
@elaynab-writing This will be my first time doing something like this so I'm really looking forward to it!
ME @ ALL THE WRITERS I FOLLOW.
Me in Tumblr and growing the balls to post my own stuff 😂😂
The Ghost Hand
I can still feel the hand.
Feel every finger
The exact angle it sat on my knee that afternoon
How it traced along the back of my shoulders and wrapped itself unceremoniously around me.
It burns like nothing I can describe with words.
Like if I lifted my jeans there would be a red hand print branded into my skin still swelling from the force.
A brand shouting, "This one! This one is mine and I claim her as my own!"
NO!
I am not yours.
You do not get to brand me.
You do not get to claim me.
You do not get to touch me.
Kara - wip
As I move in to writing the climax of my fantasy story "Kara", I thought I would share a piece that has just come into play.
"They spent a while longer brainstorming ideas for the message they had to send through the ring. Eventually it was decided:
'Axis is trying to gain control. Queen in danger. Meet with reinforcements at noon.'
With the message sent and the sun beginning to set, the team settled in to their last night in the Tower. Regardless of what happened tomorrow, they weren't coming back."
Queen Rosalind: I wanted to thank you for coming back for me.
Kara: Of course.
Queen Rosalind: I also can't help but feel responsible for your...
Kara: This isn't your fault. Axis did this, not you.
Queen Rosalind: Still, if there was some way I could fix them...
Kara: Don't. Please don't. We both know that there's no way to fix a broken wing. Besides, if getting back to you meant giving up my wings, I would do it every single time.
Queen Rosalind: Am I really worth that much to you?
Kara: Yes.
Midnight Recollections
I wake up in a pool of my own sweat
My screams make no sound
And the weight in my chest pulls me further and further into reality and away from the bliss of unconsciousness.
It's Monday.
Reblog the writers’ fortune cookie for luck!
Always Reblog the writers' fortune cookie! Praise to the Holy Trinity of Writing!
A Royal Affair - WIP
‘I, Prince Edwin of the York Royal family, publicly ask for your blessing and your daughter’s hand in marriage.’ Edwin had not even looked at Katia but instead was bowing deeply before her father. King Lysander cocked his head. ‘Prince Edwin,’ he said, ‘Prince Edward I find your courage admirable. But I am not the one you should be asking. Gone are the days of old where a father owns his daughter. She is not mine to give, but her own. Katia?’ Once again, all eyes turned to Katia as she stepped forward to be level with Edwin. ‘I am flattered by your proposal, Prince Edwin.’ She said without a smile, ‘But I would assume that by leaving you on the dance floor earlier tonight I made my feelings about you quite clear. I’m sorry. But I cannot accept your proposal.’ Another, louder, burst of chatter ran through the crowd as Edwin’s expression went from arrogant pride to looking like he’d just been punched in the face. ‘Would you accept mine, Your Highness?’ A softer voice spoke from further back and Annabeth made her way forward to stand by her brother. The ballroom was silent. ‘Annabeth?’ ‘We could still unite our two nations,’ said Annabeth, ‘the only difference would be who was standing beside you.’ Katia cast a glance back at her father who was beaming. He gave a slow nod. ‘Princess Annabeth, I will gladly accept your proposal.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Yes!’ And all Royal formalities forgotten, Katia rushed forward and, before she could do anything but hold her, Annabeth kissed her. Publicly and passionately. The ballroom erupted into the loudest applause of the night.
“I am who I am. Your approval is not needed.”
— Unknown
Reblogging because this is so important and I need to remember this!
can i just get a hoiya for all the writers brave enough out there to post their writing anywhere on the internet, because putting your own ideas and work out to the world is a scary thing to do but it’s so impressive and the world is a better place for it <3
HOI YA!!!!
Go the Writers!!!
Blinded - an excerpt
There was a young man about my height with dark skin and black hair. He didn’t really interact with anyone other than his father despite the crowded party happening around him. The young man whispered something to his father and he turned to face me, I met his eyes briefly and turned away. Being the new girl in town I didn’t really want to cause any trouble. I had met the father a few days before, he welcomed me to the town and invited me up for a social gathering. For some unknown reason, I had chosen to accept his invitation and attend his little party. I was standing out on the back patio on my own when he came over with the young man in tow. ‘My son would like to see you.’ He said slowly, he almost seemed to be questioning it himself, wondering if this was okay. ‘Okay’ I said not really knowing what to expect. The young man shuffled his way across to me and I suddenly realised why he hadn’t been in amongst the crowd. There was something about his deep brown eyes that struck me, first it was their incredible colour; second, was the fact that they were completely useless. He raised his hands in front of him, “May I?” his voice was deep but surprisingly gentle, “Yes,” I said finding my voice. I took a step closer and he brushed my cheeks with his fingertips before gently placing them on my face. I tried not flinch or move beneath his touch as memories of my last relationship flooded my head. I forced those thoughts out of my head and focused on the young man before me. His fingers seemed to dance across my face, tracing my forehead and down my cheekbones and across my lips. ‘Hi,’ he said dropping his hands from my face, ‘I’m Andy.’ He extended his hand and I shook it. ‘Hi Andy, I’m Eliza.’
Heavens
Every night I look to the Heavens and one night the Heavens looked back.
But I don't think they liked what they saw because that night, the sky cried and the earth trembled.
Now I look to the Heavens and they don't look back. They have given up the fight.
