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Here is a little sample of a scene from chapter 1 of the Syzygy Podfic Project! I am fully into editing more now, and wanted to share this scene as it's one of my favorites from the chapter!

CW: descriptions of gore near the end, temporary character death, screaming

[fallen-imagine-angel]

Arranged Marriages & Forbidden Love - Prologue Teaser

Series Summary: You are a Stark. You are to be married to a man who will take over the company if you ever die a tragic and untimely death. So what happens when you find the love of your life along the way?

Prologue Teaser - 

“Hi...I’m Harley.” The boy in front of you grins.

“I’m (Y/n)!” You giggle. 

“Do you want to be my friend?” Harley asks, suddenly nervous. You nod.

“Yeah! Do you want to come and see my toys?” You grab his arm and run with him to your room. You show him your room with all of your tech gadgets your father has given you to play with throughout the years. Truth is, you’re a genius already, thanks to your dad.

“(Y/n)?” Tony walks into the room.

“Daddy!” You launch yourself into his arms. He picks you up and twirls you around in the air.

“Hey, munchkin. Can you and I have a chat real quick?” He asks, setting you on his hip. You nod innocently.

“Only if it’s a rousing discussion about truth, honor, and patriotism.” You giggle. He laughs.

“I see you’ve been hanging out with your uncle Loki a bit too much. Did he show you his impression of uncle Steve?” He taps your nose jokingly. You giggle and nod.

“Yup! And his impression of you, too!” You laugh. He smiles and sets you down once you’re alone.

“That’s all fun, (Y/n/n), but...there is something serious I need to talk to you about.” His face falls from the smile it once held.

“Oh...okay.” You frown, waiting for the worst.

“Well, uh, I know you’re only eight, but...that boy you just met is going to be your husband one day.” He explains slowly. You make a face.

“Husband? That’s ridiculous! I’m never getting married!” You giggle, sticking your tongue out. He chuckles lightly.

“Well, that’s funny, darling. You’ll want to eventually, I think. It’ll be Harley when you do. I’ll explain it more as you get older but for now, that’s all you need to know.” He pats your head. You scrunch your nose up and giggle, running out of the room. Tony sighs and watches you go, knowing you’ll be more defiant in the matter as you grow up.

You run back to your room and see Harley sitting on the floor, one of the tech pieces in his hands.

“Harley!” You grin and grab your own piece of technology. He looks up at you curiously.

“My mommy said that you’re gonna be my wife.” Harley tilts his head to the side, blinking his wide eyes as he stares at you.

“That’s what my dad said, too. That means we’ll be best friends forever!” You yell, dissolving into a giggling fit with him.

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I’m super excited for chapter 1 to release and for you guys to read it! The Prologue will be up tomorrow afternoon at 6pm.

[journeyoftheforge]

Chapter 1 Sneak Peaks

The pain started at his fingers, traveling through his veins, into his spine, into his ribs and eventually his core. His throat felt so sore from the hoarse yells of agony to thus, no one could hear. No one was supposed to. Hidden in the dark where no eyes could see shed the tears of a speechless man who cries in mourning of a child. A child, dead in his arms. One so undeserving of this fate. One he had considered his own. It hurt more than any wounds that were ever inflicted onto him.

That was merely step one.

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    “We won’t fight any longer,” Wilson says, “We refuse to--”

    “If we refuse, they will stomp us to death.” Willow interrupted. “Not a one of those monsters give a damn about a revolution! We have no chance; they will kill us, as they always have, and we’ll be brought back just to fight again!” Her frustrations were more than clear, clearer than that of a crystal. “Do you not understand that?!”

    “I can’t take another day watching my family die as well as you can’t take another day dying!” Wilson has no choice but to scold back. He didn’t like to yell, but this was normal when he and Willow spoke. He would state a plan and immediately Willow would be too frightened to agree with him. She replaced fear with anger, but it was all too obvious. Wilson had to understand that, for everyone; and he did.

    Willow stared blankly, trying to avoid eye contact with him by examining the other fireplaces. Webber was asleep with her teddy, Bernie, with her permission. She wished she would hold him, but was more concerned for the comfort of that child than her own.

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    Wendy knew that look. The “Diamond, why aren’t you asleep?” look. She turns her head away from him, scooting in her spot so that Wes could sit beside her. She apologizes and leans onto him. She looked exhausted, as did everyone; obviously no surprise here…

    “I’m so hungry…” Wendy mutters pitifully. Again, not surprising. Wes could relate. They only feed the people who win that day. They had to make the meals last, and in this case most the meals were saved up. At least Wilson and Wickerbottom could keep the food storage healthy enough to last a week, and be enough for everyone. It as against the rules to do that.

    Hopefully when Wilson gets back, he and Wes could feed her...

[claraxbx]

Young Gods teaser

(just finished chapter 1 so it’s with my beta, in the meantime here’s a teaser)

“That thing just made a man vanish!” Wufei snarled. He leaned across the table. “So tell us what the fuck it is. Master Long’s wishes be damned!”

Again, it was exactly what Meilan wanted to say.

“It’s not my place,” Yuy demurred.

Meilan turned to glare at him.

“And what exactly is your place? You can’t expect us to believe that you’re some… researcher or archeologist who works for the Tartarus Collection. Not when you’re built like a Navy SEAL.” She reached out and shoved a finger in his chest. “And why the hell do you need to wear body armor?”

Across the table, Wufei’s eyes narrowed. He hadn’t noticed, then. Meilan had, watching Yuy inspect the bathroom and order them around.

Yuy grasped her hand, his grip firm on her wrist, and moved it away from him.

“Strength of body doesn’t preclude strength of mind,” he said, the words sounding like some catechism that grandfather or even Wufei would spout. “And I like to be prepared.”

“And if we had been prepared, none of this would have happened,” Meilan pointed out.

Yuy’s lips tightened.

“Again, that was not my choice. You -”

Meilan twisted her hand, relaxing and turning and then pulling and suddenly it was Yuy with his hand in her grasp. She twisted the hand behind his back and slammed his face down on the table and braced her other hand on the back of his neck.

“Everything is fine. She’s just teaching him some manners,” Wufei said, assuring the mildly concerned waiter and cook behind the diner’s bar.

Their eyes slid away from the booth.

“Tell us what it was,” Meilan hissed.

[tiavonnada]

Chapter 1 of “Dead Silence”

An occasional wisp of white noise crackled over Alex's transmitter, but no other sound was heard in the dead silence of the ship. The darkness enveloped her as she shined her flashlight over the damaged control console. Equipped with a handful of tools, Alex leaned over the opening in intense concentration as she tried to reconnect the wiring.

A spark erupted from the blue wiring causing her to jump back in shock. "Shit," Alex whispered as she approached the console again.

"Girl, you'll end up being all day if you try to do that by yourself," a small and feminine voice came quietly over the transmitter as she stuck her tongue out again squinting her almond shaped eyes. "Just bring it back and you'll have a whole team help you put it back together."

"Not happening, Shaun. It's bolted down to the deck. No way I'm getting it back there," her southern drawl spilling from behind her space visor.

Over her initial surprise of the spurt of electricity, she beamed with excitement. It meant that the ship still had power. Alex turned her transmitter off and transferred it to a voice recorder, reminding herself to look for the power source on her next roundabout mission here.

She wasn't sure how long she had been on the ship this go round, must've been approximately 24 hours. Staying up for that long was neither a new nor an uncommon feat, but she felt her energy wane as she stifled a yawn. I have to leave soon, she thought to herself as she packed her tools. Turning back to the transmitter, it seemed Shaun had not stopped talking. She cherished the silence, but if he was around, he never gave it to her. However, Alex was not stupid enough to keep the transmitter off in the case of an emergency and, in space, that can take less than a second.

Heaving her bag over her shoulders, a loud groan that turned into a shriek in the distance. Alex froze. She barely let her breath escape her lips and even Shaun quieted on the other end. It seemed an eternity before Alex inhaled deeply. Barely moving her mouth, she whispered to Shaun, "I'm not the only one who heard that, right?"

"I wish you were," Shaun's voice mirrored hers. "Ok, I'm being serious, come back. You've spent enough time out there. Pretty sure your pod doesn't have much more fuel left anyway." His voice dropped his normally cheerful approach and took on a more directive and authoritative tone.

Alex nodded although he couldn't see her. She knew back at the mother ship, Shaun watched her vital signs closely as her heart rate and respirations elevated to panic levels. He could control so much from where he sat, in the safety of the station away from the danger. This, however, was a danger she never encountered and intended to keep that way.

No more shrieks or groans sounded as she quickly made her way back to her space pod, but Alex unholstered her blaster gun just in case. As she came closer to her pod, the transmitter crackled loudly. "Shaun?" She held her head where the transmitter was located. He was trying to get in contact with her.

"Hey...Al...I...," it sputtered and silenced.

Calling Shaun's name again, Alex placed her hand on the frame of the airlock chamber and suddenly felt a sharp lightning bolt behind her eyes. The blinding pain caused her to double over, hanging on to the frame for dear life. Grunting in agony, she held her head and kept her eyes closed. It felt as if someone took an ice pick and slammed the pointed end into her temples. Alex wanted to scream out, but she gritted her teeth and huffed.

And as suddenly as it arrived, the pain was gone. Alex opened her eyes and found herself facing a brightly lit corridor. The off white lights lined the hallway as the deck reflected the lights from the top. There was soft music playing from the deck, it sounded. Was this the same ship she was on earlier with her research? The layout seemed the same, but this ship was...alive. The lights, the glass, the corridor all shouted forgotten technology, she thought as she touched the white and gray glossy paint on the opposite wall. Alex was wary of the sharp pain to happen again.

"Ha, y'all can't leave without me. I am the master of chess and I say who goes," shouted the husky voice of some unknown male. The voice had no fear; it was cocky and happy.

Alex turned her head in the direction of the voice as he rounded the corner. The man stood a few inches taller than her, his skin was the color of milky caramel. His hair kept in the high and tight fade of many military men, but the top of his hair had thick curly locks as if he was mixed with some other ethnicity. His eyes caught her attention, however. They were noticeably light green or hazel in these bright lights. Alex's lips slightly parted in awe of this handsome man, much to her embarrassment. He wore the beige flight suit of a U.S. Navy pilot, but it was the outdated version, one she had only seen in her military history textbooks. Alex noted two connecting blue bars sewn into the suit on his shoulders, same rank as her.  

"'Scuse me, Lieutenant?" Alex waved at the only other soul on the deck. He continued his conversation loudly of chess to someone down the corridor, completely ignoring her. "EXCUSE ME, LIEUTENANT!" She caught a glimpse of the black tag on his chest. L. Hartley, U.S. Navy and the silver etching of the wings that all pilots receive. "Lieutenant Hartley, can you help me please? I'm Captain Watts of the U.S. Air Force..."

Then it hit her...she was the only one wearing a full spacesuit aboard a ship that obviously had gravity and oxygen. And still no one paid attention to her. Was this a hallucination? Oh god, please not now. She begged her mind. Another lightning strike set off behind her eyes and she involuntarily forced her eyes shut again, holding her head and sinking down to the ground. The music, the voices, the lights flashing behind her eyelids faded and was slowly replaced by silence and darkness. Muttering to herself, she raised her head to look at her surroundings again. Nothing.

Not a soul in sight with her aboard the ship. The corridor went back to black and faded lettering, no aisle lights, no music. The man, Lieutenant Hartley, and his deep laugh could no longer be heard except in her thoughts. Leaning her head against the wall, Alex looked at the ceiling. Thinking back to the sounds that made her hurry to her personal pod in the first place played again in her mind as she quickly packed up her gear and entered the pod.  

A feminine robotic voice came to life with the soft lights of airlock chamber. "Good evening, Captain Watts. Please wait as I begin the airlocking sequence." The whirls of machines sounded muffled as the pressure released with a high pitched hiss. "Please remove your helmet, Captain Watts." Alex unlatched her helmet and waved her brown hair out of the tightly wound bun to flow over her shoulders. "Air pressure increasing to Earth's atmosphere. Please wait."  

Once the process was complete, Alex began planting coordinates to her base, the ISS. "Alex!" Shaun shouted over her transmitter. She jumped, forgetting it was in her ear. "What the hell happened? Are you okay?"

She switched her transmitter to the pod's computer system as his voice was too much to handle at once. His strawberry red hair and perfectly arched eyebrows filled her screen, anxiety written all over his face. "Yes, I'm fine," Alex lied. Thinking about her hallucination episode still made her shiver.

"Are you going to tell me what happened? I had to switch you over to my personal computer because you sounded crazy as hell shouting at whoever you were shouting at. I don't want you to get in trouble."

"Thanks for that, but I don't feel like talking right now. I'll tell you everything once I get back to ISS. Right now, I need sleep." He pursed his lips then sighed and nodded, mumbling something about safe trip and see you when you get here then.

Tying herself into her sleep sack, Alex dug into her pocket at the small of her back, pulling out 4 small white tablets. Reaching over for a matte black flask with her name engraved in silver, she chugged greedily and quickly popped the pills into her mouth, swallowing them with her moonshine. Breathing a sigh of relief, she fell asleep.

[fallen-imagine-angel]

Arranged Marriages & Forbidden Love - Chapter 1 Teaser

Series Summary:  You are a Stark. You are to be married to Harley who will take over the company if you ever die a tragic and untimely death. So what happens when you find the love of your life along the way?

Chapter One Teaser - 

It’s been two years. You’re now seventeen. Almost nothing has changed. You still go on patrol every night with Spider-Man whose identity is still a mystery, you’re still in an arranged marriage with your best friend Harley, and MJ has been your best friend outside of the compound ever since the night you helped her.

Scratch that, one thing has changed. Instead of private tutoring, your father wants to send you to a real school now. Specifically, Midtown High School, where MJ goes. You comply, mostly because you want to see MJ more.

So that’s why you are where you are now: walking into a party with MJ. 

It’s at a girl named Liz Allen’s house, but you don’t know who that is. Apparently, she’s some popular girl.

“Come on, I’m gonna make myself a piece of toast.” MJ heads immediately to the kitchen, which is just a bit down the hallway from the door. You snort, that’s such an MJ move.

“Make me a piece while you’re at it, yeah?” You grin at her and she chuckles.

“Miss Stark, am I a slave to you?” She jokes, elbowing you in the side.

“Absolutely.” You wink at her. She laughs and gets to work making her toast. Your eyes scan the room. You see mostly faces staring at you in awe or gawking that the (Y/n) Stark is at their party. A few boys come up to talk to you, but after seeing your glare, they all back down. You don’t want some preppy know-it-all boy to try to swoop in and steal your heart when you know your heart is too guarded for them.

You’re already married, in a way.

So, instead of partying like a normal teenager, you zone out. You know you’re staring at the wall a little bit too long, but you can’t help it. Your mind is elsewhere.

Like, for example, your mind is on the fact that you’re at a party for a school that you’re about to transfer to. In the movies, this is the time where the heroine meets their love interest. They bump into one another and maybe the love interest accidentally spills some alcohol on the heroine and then apologizes, helping them clean it up later. They’ll find each other later at school and confess their love, knowing right away that they were meant for each other.

You roll your eyes at these clichès. You’ve never believed in love at first sight, and at one point you didn’t even believe in love. You changed your mind about love not being real whenever you took the time to look at Tony and Pepper’s relationship, though. They clearly loved each other. One point has stayed strong throughout your entire life, though, and that’s the point that love, at first sight, is non-existent. Love, at first sight, is a myth.

So why is it that you question every time you’ve ever told yourself that as soon as you see him across the room?

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Chapter 1 will be up tomorrow at 6 pm US central time!

[fallen-imagine-angel]

Chapter 1 Teaser comes out tomorrow at 6pm US Central time!

[aeriefel]

SURPRISE CH.1 PRE-EDIT TEASER AYYY

The other person is a man with a lithe build and a body so graceful it could very well slice through water. He follows the other woman into a jump with legs spread wide and they land together with barely a quiver in their legs, and, oh, does that man have thick legs. Victor's jaw drops when the man pushes into a spin and glides across the floor right into another jump. He kicks out his feet and lands without qualm, goes right into another leap.

Victor feels it then, bubbling right under his skin. He can hear the notes that would accompany such a dance flittering about in his head, can even feel the weight of the keys pressing against his fingertips as he plays the verse that would fit perfectly with the way the man moves. The man jumps, the keys make lighter notes; the man dances a complicated foot pattern, the keys play a quicker and playful tempo. The urge to play burns his fingertips and he inhales sharply, eyes wide and pupils blown. It's utterly foreign and familiar, all at once, and all because of this man.

Victor gasps, steps forward, and - feels a tug on his hand.

Victor looks. Where there's supposed to be a dog leash is, in fact, nothing at all, and Makkachin is running down the street in chase of a low-flying bird.

"Makkachin!" Victor cries, scrambling across the crosswalk after his dog.