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[evieswritingjournal]

7th August 20 Update

Story: Writer’s Month prompt #12 (original fiction)

Today’s word count: 4

Notes: Didn’t write anything yesterday and only managed a tiny amount today. I’ve got 1 WIP and have no ideas for any of the other prompts I still have to do. I’m wondering if after 2 months of writing I have burnt out. Or perhaps because it is too hot ATM!!!

[nuro-does-art]

I know I haven’t been posting much recently, My final year of Uni has been kicking my ass OTL.

So have this santa(?) Nuro, and I want you all to have a very merry christmas and a fantastic new year!

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Writer’s Month prompt fill #4

Prompt: long distance relationship

Fandom: Own Characters (Mage Verse)

Warnings: Does (mentioned) F/F/M polyamorous marriage need a warning?

Author’s note: These characters are my own creation from a universe that is very similar to ours, but with magic (but not Harry Potter type magic, this magic comes with a cost). I’ve not got everything set in stone so I don’t have a page for this verse set up yet but I hope things are fairly understandable. Also as it is a universe of my creation polyamorous marriages are a thing. If you need anything explaining in this or any of my Mage Verse stories (everything should be tagged) feel free to pop a question in my ask box.

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Alison blew the dust off the shoebox she had brought down from the loft. Across the lid, scrawled in black marker pen, were the words ‘Alison - Médecins Sans Frontières 2009’. She rubbed her fingers across the words as she sank onto her bed, remembering the year after graduating medical school volunteering with ‘Doctors Without Borders’, before carefully lifting the lid.

Inside were letters, written on a riot of colourful papers, and photographs, their film negatives wrapped in plastic sleeves and shoved down the side of the box. A knotted friendship bracelet, still stained with dirt rested atop it all, a gift from one of her child patients that she had worn for weeks afterwards. 

She picked out one photo. It was a polaroid of Grace and David, their faces pressed together as they grinned at the camera filling most of the frame. Grace’s red hair shone like fire in the evening light. Underneath, in Grace’s handwriting, was written ‘Love you. Miss you.’ accompanied by David’s attempt at a heart in red biro. She smiled at the photo. She remembered receiving it, in a parcel of letters and chocolate bars that was very welcome after a long and draining day. 

She carefully replaced the photo and flipped through the letters. Green paper, yellow paper, blue paper, paper with flowers running down the side, even tartan bordered; apparently they had asked around their friends to help them amass the widest array of papers that they could use to write to her. And it really helped, receiving a new letter with a new design or colour of paper was always an exciting surprise, no matter how bad a day she had had. And bad days she had had - working medicine in a poor and deprived area at the edge of a war zone had not been easy. But she tried desperately to remember the good days over the bad.

Underneath the letters a torn off scrap of cardboard revealed itself, the lid of a box of Yorkshire Tea bags she had been sent, a welcome taste of home. A small pile of origami hearts were scattered around the bottom of the shoebox, some made from prescription forms, evidence of Grace’s worry and boredom at work. The old film camera she had taken with her sat among them. She had taken it instead of the new digital one she had been given for Christmas as where she had been posted had little-to-no electricity. David and Grace had promised to send her new film reels with their letters and parcels and they had delivered as promised. As there was even less internet access than electricity in the middle of nowhere she had called home for a year (but thankfully, and rather surprisingly, a mostly reliable postal service through the nearest town) that was part of the excitement for David and Grace - she posted her used films back and they got to look at all the photos she had taken after they had gotten them developed. 

She flicked through some of the photos: the straw thatched, mud and brick hut the clinic was based in; the half finished breeze block shell of the larger, modern clinic being built nearby; the beaming faces of the doctors and nurses of many, many nationalities she had worked with; her playing football with a group of kids, the dust from the pitch swirling up into the air as they all laughed and cheered. She had tried to capture the happy moments, the moments she wanted to share with Grace and David, even though they weren’t there. 

She documented the bad moments too, and those photos she didn’t touch and left them in their envelope as she still clearly remembered what they showed: the graveyard in the village closest to the conflict zone, 6 new mounds of freshly turned soil, 6 lives she had failed to save; the bright streak of a missile against the dark sky that terrifying night the rocket attack turned in their direction; the jeep full of government troops heavily armed with rifles and rocket propelled grades that regularly patrolled the area; and others she had debated not taking, wanting to truthfully document her experiences but not wanting to worry her girl- and boy- friends safe at home. That was one of the most difficult things she had found being away from them: she could not reassure them in person that she really was alright or give them hugs. Instead she poured her love onto the pages she wrote, wanting them to feel her warmth as they read her words. She knew that somewhere in the loft were the companions to the letters in her box, the letters written in the middle of nowhere that had travelled all the way back to England and to the other parts to her whole.

She closed the lid on the box and rested a hand on the top for a moment, needing a second to remember that she didn’t need to stumble over words any more, she was back at home with her now husband and wife and could give them all the hugs she had missed over that year. She was proud to have given a year to such hard but worthwhile work but it was so good to be back home.

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Writer’s Month prompt fill #3

Prompt: magic

Fandom: Own Characters (Mage Verse)

Warnings: Does F/F/M polyamorous marriage need a warning? Though this is just the F/F part.

Author’s note: These characters are my own creation from a universe that is very similar to ours, but with magic (but not Harry Potter type magic, this magic comes with a cost). I’ve not got everything set in stone so I don’t have a page for this verse set up yet but I hope things are fairly understandable. Also as it is a universe of my creation polyamorous marriages are a thing, though the third member (David) isn’t mentioned in this piece. If you need anything explaining in this or any of my Mage Verse stories (everything should be tagged) feel free to pop a question in my ask box.

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Since she was a little girl Grace had wondered what it would be like to have magic running through her veins.  To be able to summon fire with her fingertips or know that whatever situation she found herself in she would have magic to help get herself out of it. 

At school she wondered what it was that the magelings did when they were separated from the rest of the class as they learnt basic magic theory or had a free study period. At work she wondered what it was like to feel someone else’s weakening lifeforce and bolster it, helping, alongside modern medical treatments, to save their life.

But now, as she lays in bed with her trembling wife wrapped tightly in her arms, shaking her way through both physical and magic exhaustion, she is glad to be the magic-blind way she is. 

[nuro-does-art]

We’ve been reworking the Skye crew and creating a new story for them set in it’s own little universe. And after talking about her for a while I finally decided to draw up a design for Renelle, Nuro’s familiar.

Familiars have three forms; their True form, which in Renelle’s case is a Phoenix, a hidden form which is a more normal looking animal to allow the mage to blend in with the general populace (Renelle fails spectacularly at this, unfortunately for Nuro’s theiving ways), and a Human form that they use only on the very rarest of occasions.

Due to various reasons, not least being the symbolism of Renelle’s true form, she has had to deal with Nuro’s shenanigans for multiple lifetimes over thousands of years. This has given her an incredibly sarcastic and deadpan sense of humor, as well as helping her to perfect her thousand yard stare into the distance.

However in spite of all this, Nuro still manages to surprise her on a regular basis, a fact which is in and of itself surprising.

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29th August 17 Update

Story: Sacrifice (original fiction)

Today’s word count: 139 of main story and 172 of the extra scene so 311 total.

Notes: I’ve just spent a stupid amount of time laughing at Tumblr stuff that has been pinned on Pinterest. I was supposed to go to bed at least an hour ago as I’ve got to get up early in the morning. Whoops!

Excerpt:

She dumps her rucksack in the hall at the foot of the stairs and enters the living room. There she finds David slumped across the sofa, fast asleep. She was expecting Alison to be with him but she is nowhere to be seen, although her jumper - the gorgeous green one that David had bought her for her birthday - is slung across the back.

One of David’s textbooks is open on the living room table, his precise handwriting snaking down the margins. It looks like one of his medical magic textbooks; a glance on their bookshelf reveals a gap between Alison’s version of the same textbook (ownership shown as the blue sticker on the spine) and her own book on trauma medicine (with a green sticker).

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26th +27th August 17 Update

Story: Sacrifice (original fiction)

Today’s word count: 134 + 252 of a separate small scene in this universe (because I’m incapable of writing linearly)

Notes: My brain just hasn’t been in writing mode these last few days. I think that is because I’ve been struggling to finish writing out a job application, but as I submitted it today I shouldn’t be worrying about any more so I should be writing more again.

Excerpt:

“And I’m not leaving her side until she is ready, she’s being unusually clingy. I think she’s worried I’ll disappear from her life like you tried to.”

He reaches out and brushes a light finger down Alison’s cheek.

“Oh Al, this wasn’t supposed to happen to you. You weren't meant to get hurt.”

“But it did and it nearly killed her.” Grace’s voice is sharp and suddenly angry. “From what I heard it should have killed her.”

“This is exactly what I was trying to avoid when I decided to sacrifice myself, I couldn't let anybody else suffer. I didn’t ask her to do this. I don’t even know how she knew what I was going to do.”

“So you'd rather we were grieving your death right now.”

“I didn’t want to do it, it was just something that I had to do.” Both of their voices risen from whispers to hushed roars, threatening to get louder in the peaceful silence of the ward.

Story: Lack of Air (Doctor Who fanfiction)

Today’s word count: 78

Notes: A word count so small it’s almost not worth talking about! But I’m sure I wrote more than that. *confused*

Excerpt:

The grinding noises that were so familiar started up and she finally relaxed the tension that she had been holding. But with the the loss of tension went her strength.

Her head suddenly spun and everything seemed to shift sideways, legs turning weak and vision blacking out. She was dimly away of being caught by Bill before she completely hit the ground. Breathing was agony.

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Witch/Mage verse thing

I'm just gonna say that because of all the different bloodlines in Sarai and Sebastian's kids (Valg, Asteri, Fae etc) they kinda present however they want? So some present fae or some present Valg or witch etc.

The War College in fourth wing for Dragon-riders is also witches from tog. So just very violet and ruthless.

Unir - Adelpha

Samkiel

Thurr

Thurr - Mala

Sebastian & Sarai & Silba

Sebastian - Natalia

Xaden - 23 (Witch)

Orsus - 22 (lol idk kinda between)

Alaric - 20 (Witch)

Aleksander & Azriel - 16 - 19? (Mage?)

Marizhel - Sarai

Hallarial - 30 (Fae)

Aedion - 23 (witch)

Aelwyn - 22 (Mage)

Aelin - 21 (witch)

Adaine (Mage) - 20

Estrella, Emelin, Elizaveta (a mix? - Ella witch, Emelin Mage, and Eliza idk - 16 - 19

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