My baby boy Ryuusei I love him
He’s a Lux Espectral Kamishiba ~
(He’s kind of dead, but getting used to it)
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My baby boy Ryuusei I love him
He’s a Lux Espectral Kamishiba ~
(He’s kind of dead, but getting used to it)
When you see this share 3 random snippets from 3 WIPs
~~~~WIP #1~~~~
"That's not going to work, you know."
Ruse started and swore as his bare skin brushed against the scalding hot workings, struggling to reposition himself in the cramped service tunnel. A dozen other pale marks already stippled the brown skin of his forearm in a testament to a life of narrow spaces and burning, spinning metal.
"Well, if you have any other ideas, I'm listening," he said acidly, adjusting his grip on the tool and maneuvering it back into position, keeping his arms clear of the walls this time.
Nica sighed, glancing sidelong at him from a foot or two down the narrow corridor. She was curled over and hugging her knees just to fit in the tiny space, hair clinging close around her face in a soft cloud of curls that looked otherworldly in the cool blue light of the torch.
~~~~WIP #2~~~~
The hatch clanged as she shoved it open, pulling her self out in the dark and rain. She pounded her fist on the engine casing in frustration, swung her legs around and slid over the curved metal shell to the ground below.
She landed with a squelch, boots calf deep in the same mud that had trapped her engine."Augh!" she screamed in frustration, slamming a hand down on the side of the shell, pushing just to get enough leverage to free a foot from the thick, cloying mud.
Her foot came free of the boot, and Candice toppled forward onto her knees in the mud.
~~~~WIP #3~~~~
I just stood there, hands balled into fists at my side, my face burning. I couldn't believe he'd said that, couldn't believe Cy and J had just sat there, hadn't joined in or said anything or even tried to help at all. My eyes shot over to where they were each giving the other other nervous glances. They winced when they saw me looking and hurriedly returned their eyes to their food, but not before Cy flashed me a weak look of apology.
I wanted to scream at her. Both of them. I wanted to punch something. Wanted to topple the pot of stew with a kick and make them pay attention, make them get involved.
I turned and left.
I want to this thing since i'm kinda starting to feel into writing again. But I would need a reader afterward...and i'm scared of readers ahahaha
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