Mil's Musings

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A small snippet created from a old writing group prompt

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Snippet (number 38)

She never let anything stop her, I have seen her continue to wrestle against a opponent twice her size, when blood was pouring out of her nose. it had been a accident, which happened two minutes into a practice bout, but she was determined to prove those who believed her to be merely a noble woman wrong.

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Rise

It took her a long time to accept the hand he held out to her, the years of grief and sadness, after losing her first love had forced her to build strong walls.

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Stories from her life (number 26)

Stories from her life (number 26)

Her fierceness burns from her, quite replacing the sweetness that’s become when I expect to see. She tightens her hold on the daggers, slipping one into the sheath at her waist. Blood is already visible on her skin from a earlier skirmish. “How many did you kill?” “Just the ones that stood between us,” she replies, a hint of forest green curling through the shimmering gold floating over her skin.…

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Stories of her life (number 25)

Stories of her life (number 25)

I found this among Ali’s things when I finally found the strength to go and collect her and her things from Mark’s after the events of Aurora. It comforted me to see how she felt about me, written down in her own hand, just a few hours before her death. We had been going through a trial separation, after a huge fight over her lingering feelings for Joel, and I had been feeling a tremendous…

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Sunshine Dreams

    Lying on my back in the sunshine, I feel all of my troubles melting away. Aella lies with her head on my stomach, her eyes half closed as she also revels in the peace of our day in the Paeri fields. The soft minty smell of the fruit overhead drifts over us and adds to my calm. I don’t want to move, my hand stroking through her hair

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Breakfast (Snippet 36)

“So I’ve found my breakfast, what are you lot having?” she smiles as she proffers the spoon, her right arm holding onto the jar of Nutella which is as big as her head.

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Snippet (number 34)

She was my mentor when I was trying to find my path and work out how to be the best version of myself.

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Aella and Massimo (Snippet 2)

Aella and Massimo (Snippet 2)

“All that I wanted, I can see it right there in your eyes.” I can’t resist reaching out to touch her cheek, the skin is still warm to the touch, even though she’s slipping away from me. The cuts are oozing, but I can’t bring myself to stop touching her, I need her physical presence to keep me anchored, and connected to the good traits that she sees inside me. “You’re never afraid of my darkness,…

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Massimo and Aella (Snippet 1)

Massimo and Aella (Snippet 1)

“Stay with me?” the request bursts through my long held barriers as I kiss her petal soft mouth. I know what I want now, and it’s her, just her and me like it has been for this entire summer.

“Always,” the word drifts into my head along with a burst of love, and a image of Aella’s brilliant smile. “You’re not going to drive me away again Mass, I love you.”

I pour all my gratitude, relief,…

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Confusion

“I thought that you were giving up on me.” She doesn’t wait for me to reply, instead brushing by me and going to open her apartment door. I struggle to my feet, feeling stiff after sitting on the hallway carpet for so long, and am about to reach out to touch her arm, when she says “You should be with your wife,”

“I tried that. And I know that you’re the craziest woman that I’ve ever met but when…

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Snippet (Number 33)

“Did you have much time to spend in the 1950s?” Serena wonders, “My mum says that her mum was a bit of a riot back then and that there was a real shake up for society,”

“There was, the 1950’s was the first time that a lot of teenagers were able to actually be teenagers. It reminded me of the late 1860’s which was the beginning of childhood as a real concept for wealthy kids in the west.” She…

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Protection (Snippet 32)

“How can you do this?” Rasina asks from her position in the bathroom doorway, as Aella studies her reflection in the mirror. The expression on Aella’s face betrays her true feelings of distaste at the very idea of going up to Nael’s hotel room.

“Because I have to.” she replies simply, “It’s the only way to keep all of you, especially Massimo safe.” She reaches for the low cut dress that Nael…

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Snippet (number 31)

She stands at the corner, wrapped up warm and her blonde hair covered by the purple felt hat in a bid to hide her appearance. She knows that he will be coming past soon, the routine has been set for the last two months and he’s never deviated from it.

She’s hopeful that tonight will be the night that she’s able to finish the mission, and return to the home that Massimo and she have been…

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Aella and Nael (Snippet 1)

Aella and Nael (Snippet 1)

“Why have you never given up on me?” it’s the first time that I’ve heard Aella’s voice since arriving on the planet and I feel the same rush of pleasure I always do.

“Because you belong to me.” the room remains empty of her physical presence but I can smell the delicate fragrance that clings to her skin, and know that she is on her way.

“I belong to no man.” Her voice is louder, and I can see a…

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Snippet (number 30)

I can’t help but laugh as she lifts her leg to show me her full stretch, as instead of marvelling at the flexibility of her current form, I am forced to recoil. She lets off a loud and noxious fart, the smell is bad enough to make the next girl standing at the barre completely lose her composure.

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Snippet (Number 29)

“Do you always drink so much?” the question slips out as I watch Aella down yet another large glass of white wine.

“Yes,” Aella replies “Right now my only way to dull the constant emotions that swamp over my barriers is to overindulge with the wide range of alcoholic options that this time period has on offer,” she puts the glass down with a soft clunk, before signalling to the waitress.

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