Almost Drabbles

Roleplaying and Games
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I’m peering into the depths of a purple river, the same color as my eyes.
Who am I, and what have I lost? The answers elude me, but I feel the pressure of the question strongest here, at this lake.
Others talk of the lives they led, their jobs, their loved ones who they catch glimpses of, the things they loved about being alive.
But I feel as thought I’m forever alone here, not knowing who I was or who I am now.
A part of me wonders if I’m even dead, though my constant presence in this world seems to suggest so.
I fall into the purple lake, surrounded by swirling visions, half formed glimpses of a room, a hand as pale and dead as my own, my own face in a mirror but with an unfamiliar expression of pure hatred.
Who am I looking at?

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Circle

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A circle of dreamers and dead people dance, taking the next person’s hand every time a dreamer fades away.
I stop to stare at this rare sight, right in the middle of one of my favorite places, a concrete floor with deep pits of water and tall poles towering above me, narrow walkways far above us, and pockets of water floating high in the air.
The place is foggy, lending the dancers an extra air of mystery.
I join them, taking the chance for a rare moment of what feels like connection in this world.
A dreamer’s hand links with mine and I look at them.
Our eyes meet and I find myself looking at my own face. I stare, mind blank, as we dance sideways, until finally he fades out again.
Was that an effect of the absurdity of this world, or is there really a dreamer who looks like me? If I see him again, I’ll ask.

Next: Life

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The drink is tangy in her mouth.
Dilna swishes it around, flinching at the strong, acidic taste.
She puts the glass down, looking over the counter at Theo, who is downing the liquid like much-needed water after a long run.
“How?” Dilna asks, brows coming together.
Theo doesn’t acknowledge her until the glass is bottom-up, and he slams down the empty glass on the counter, wiping at his mouth, letting out a satisfied sigh. He eyes Dilna’s drink. “Hm? You’re supposed to drink it all in one go. The kick is–”
Dilna slides the glass across the counter to his hand, and Theo’s mouth lifts in a grin as he takes it.
“Some people don’t know how to appreciate life,” he comments, picking up the glass.
Dilna smiles, resting her chin on her hand as her eyes stray to the window, and the view outside.

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october

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It’s a cold day in october, the leaves clinging to my clothes as I get up, as if eager to have me lie at the base of the tree forever.
For once the air doesn’t seem warmer than my undead skin.
I’ve felt like a part of myself was missing ever since I was transformed, a part I glimpse in dreams occassionally, but can never grasp.
A person approaches on the trail next to me, going for a morning walk in the park. She’s chattering with someone on her phone, and her oblivious expression makes me hungry.
I’m not really hungry, it’s more of an urge to eat brought on by boredom and the restless anger that follows me everywhere, but I pounce anyway, going right for the neck as she pries at my jaws.
After I’ve taken just a sip of blood, I realize I’m really not hungry. I try to drink more, it doesn’t need to be a huge percentage of the total to kill her, but nausea rises in my throat and despite myself I slow down.
This isn’t good. I know better than anyone that we don’t need more vampires.
I go to put my hands around her neck, but she puts her own between my hands and their target.
After a moment of struggling, I sigh and drop them. It’s too late.
She stares at me in numb shock for a moment, then calmly picks up her dropped phone.
“I’m so sorry for worrying you Mari, it was just a bug.”
She laughs, a plasticy but normal sound,
“Yeah it sounded like I was being axe murdered! Anyway I think it might be in my hoodie, I need to do some thorough debugging.”
She waits a moment and hangs up, clicking to the camera app and putting it into selfie mode.
“…Shoot,” she says, realizing that she’s invisible to the camera.
She glances at me, watching her,
“Hey vampire vagrant, do I have purple eyes?”
I blink at the strangeness of someone I’m not trying to kill talking to me.
“No…”
She breathes a sigh of relief before I finish,
“They’re orange.”
Letting out a curse, she digs around in her purse and pulls out sunglasses,
“Anything else look strange?” she barks.
“You’re pale and you’ll start losing your hair color over the next few months…” I say, responding to her demanding tone even though I’m not sure what’s going on.
“I’ve got to get home,” she says, dusting off the leaves clinging to her and setting off on a quick march.

Next: Book

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XDD omggg

“I’m so sorry for worrying you Mari, it was just a bug.”

wow XDD

The pages flutter in the winds, try as she might to hold them down.
She curses when the paper folds under her finger tips, and she ends up closing the book to look out the wide-open window buffeting air into her face. The pastel blues of a wide sky surround her like the depths of a bottomless ocean, and she sighs.
If she could close the window, she would.
But the man sitting across from her was enthralled by the sight outside, and was currently sticking his head out the opening, screaming some nonsense in elation.
Her lips thin, and she puts the book away. This was going to be a boring journey, if she never found anything to distract her.
The red leather seats of the air-ship rub against her skin unpleasantly, the low humming movement of the rocking seats twisting her intestines into knots.
Her best friend is asleep on her shoulder, his hair flying right into her eyes from the winds.
She herself sits with her gloved hands folded on her lap, feet crossed to keep out of the way, and more importantly, so they wouldn’t bump against the manic man across from her.
This is why she liked the closed compartments of the airship better. But, under the persuasion of her friend…
She shifts her shoulder in annoyance, and his head lolls to the side, his mouth stretching in a vacant smile in his sleep.
He wasn’t even awake to look at the view.
She settles back in the seat, tugging at her low bonnet as she tries to get comfortable. Maybe he has the right idea.
A nap would be nice.

next!
rings

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:musical_note:AhhhhRingy-dong, Ding-dong, Ding!:notes:
:musical_note:AhhhhRingy-dong, Ding-dong, Ding!:notes:
:musical_note:AhhhhRingy-dong, Ding-dong, Ding!:notes:
:musical_note:AhhhhRingy-dong, Ding-dong, Ding!:notes:

I woke up from my hangover long enough to throw my phone against the wall. It did it’s customary swansong.:musical_note:Daisy, Daisyyyyy :notes:

And, then I went back to sleep.

:musical_note:AhhhhRingy-dong, Ding-dong, Ding!:notes:
:musical_note:AhhhhRingy-dong, Ding-dong, Ding!:notes:
:musical_note:AhhhhRingy-dong, Ding-dong, Ding!:notes:
:musical_note:AhhhhRingy-dong, Ding-dong, Ding!:notes:

I woke up from my hangover long enough to throw my phone against the wall. It did it’s customary swansong.:musical_note:Daisy, Daisyyyyy :notes:

And, then I went back to sleep.

:musical_note:AhhhhRingy-dong, Ding-dong, Ding!:notes:
:musical_note:AhhhhRingy-dong, Ding-dong, Ding!:notes:
:musical_note:AhhhhRingy-dong, Ding-dong, Ding!:notes:
:musical_note:AhhhhRingy-dong, Ding-dong, Ding!:notes:

I woke up from my hangover long enough to throw my phone against the wall. It did it’s customary swansong.:musical_note:Daisy, Daisyyyyy :notes:

This time, I’m up. The pile of phones by the wall mean nothing, not when you’re a phone builder in Hell’s factory.

I get to field-test my work, preparing for the influx that’s near.

Next: Elephantitis

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I rub my head, my eyes hurting from reading long articles about elephantitis for a school paper. My older sister, who is sharing an apartment with me to cut costs, comes in and enters the bathroom, and I don’t look up from my homework.
After a while I’ve written a draft of my essay, and I look up at the clock to see that an hour has passed.
I knock on the bathroom door,
“Emilia, I need to pee.”
She takes a second to reply,
“Coming.”
“You’re still wearing your sunglasses,” I notice as she slips past me.
“Have you finished your paper?” she asks with her usual overly energetic smile.
“I made the first draft. Maybe the final draft,” I laugh, knowing I’ll spend a lot more time on it unless something comes up.
“That’s awesome, sis!” she says, ruffling my short golden bronze hair.
She sits down on her mattress, turned away from me, and finally takes off her sunglasses as she looks something up.
I try to focus on the second draft of my paper, but the nagging feeling that something is wrong with Emilia pulls at me.
I quietly walk up behind her and read over her shoulder. She’s reading an article written by a vampire popstar who decided to write about his experiences.
On impulse, I grab Emilia’s arm. It’s icy.
“Oh,” I say, letting go.
“Lucy, don’t be a snoop. I have it under control,” she says, shoving me.
“What happened?”
“Some homeless vampire. But it’s fine, if I don’t drink blood directly from people I won’t transform anybody else, and I can just wear contacts and dye my hair and nobody has to know.”
She’s trying to act as if everything is fine. Really? Now?
“Who’s going to give you blood? There’s no way you’re going to be able to hide that you’re half dead. Nobody’s going to want to hire you, your friends are going to start to leave you, and- I mean, you should be upset.”
“I don’t need your pessimism right now.”
“I’m not! I’m just saying.”

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Needle

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Sewing a pointe shoe is a tedious thing. I’ve managed to stop pricking myself with the needle… Mostly, but getting it through the satin and ribbons and elastic and whatever it’s going through can be… Difficult, at best. Getting everything in the right place can be tricky, but keeping it there is the worst part. 3/8 of an inch elastic tends to wiggle around a lot.

But, ultimately, it’s worth it, and I’ll do it a hundred times more.

Next: Vision

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yes i read most of them lol, except for the times i disappear from wacky

:00

:eyes: oh the hour passing by and the sunglasses are a nice touch to knwo something is probably wrong

omg yesss :smiley: this story sounds fun

nice :))

((i apparently like writing neil having actual breakdowns lol. I hate him in the story and writing his pain is fun XDD

It’s study hall.
Neil chews at his lip as he concentrates.
There was so much to do. If he made a list of everything he had to do, it would be endless, and he can barely focus on what’s in front of him at any time.
The cool AC of the quiet room surrounds him, the voices and movements of the other students coming at him like from a different world.

The pencil hits the floor as his vision swims.
It’s happening again.
Every breath is impossible, like he’s trying to walk against underwater currents, barely able to feel the ground swaying beneath him.
He focuses on his breaths as he tries to ground himself, and someone has him, they’re holding him upright, a solid, physical, presence. Neil buries his face into the soft fabric, Rose’s perfume filling his nose as he counts his breaths.
In.
Out.
In.
Out…

The darkness swallows him.
In.
In.
And then, suddenly, he’s breathing again, and he knows immediately that the vision had taken him. With dread and disappointment curling around his heart, he opens his eyes, shielding them from the bright, bright sun.
The sky is clear above him, and warm winds buffet his clothes.
He’s there again.
The strange place he’s come to recognize from visions that wouldn’t leave him alone.
He looks at his hands as sunlight warms his skin, at the clothes scattered on the grass as laundry waves on the clothesline in front of him.
There’s the distant sound of tolling bells, and the voices of children.
Neil walks away from it all, towards the house tucked into the trees.

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illusion

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XDD

Even after drinking the blood Lucy gave me, I still feel hungry. Vampires need a lot of blood to survive.
Hunched on my mattress in the dark, I feel tears seeping from the corners of my eyes.
I can no longer digest real food, I can no longer see my own appearance in the mirror, it feels like I don’t exist.
I’ll prove my existence, I promise myself.
I’ll live the same life I was living before this happened to me, I’ll progress through life, get a better job, be the life of the party, pick up a dozen admirable hobbies.
Clinging to that thought, I sink into sleep.
The guy who bit me is standing on a mountain overlooking a vast green and purple landscape, vaguely suggesting deep, cool valleys spread far below us.
I find my limbs shaking as he looks at me curiously, asking me what’s wrong.
“Go away! You’ve ruined my life!” I shriek, and fade into another place, a dark swamp of purple shadows.
I slowly fade from there into the next phase of sleep, and in what feels like the blink of an eye it’s daytime again and I’m squinting against the sun coming from the window.
I don’t remember my dream, but a vague image of the vampire’s face comes to mind.
I get up, pulling on my sunglasses and checking outside to see if my package has arrived yet.
It hasn’t, so I head to the bathroom and apply foundation on my face, neck and arms, finishing with a pair of fashionable gloves.
Once my package arrives, I can figure out how to put in colored contacts and I’ll look normal.
“Lucy, how do I look?” I ask my sleepy sister, who lowers the blankets below her chin and squints at me.
“Fine,” she says and slowly pulls them over her head again.
“No, but-”
“Sleeping,” she reminds me.
I huff in frustration. She can’t even help with something so important?
I get on my laptop and do some more searching. How do vampires hide their identities?
I’m not getting a lot of good results here. Most people seem to think it’d be blatantly obvious if someone was a vampire. The not showing up on video or in mirrors usually gives people away quickly.
What Lucy said yesterday creeps into my brain.
I’m going to be denied job opportunities, my friends are going to seep away, I’m going to end up like that vampire vagrant who bit me.
I clutch my head, then snap up when I hear the doorbell ring.
I start reading up on how to put the contact lenses in. It’s significantly easier for vampires, in their near immortal state, who don’t have to worry about wearing them too long or getting an infection from improperly sourced lenses.
As I follow the instructions, I wonder if it’s even worth it.
What do I do? It will be much better to tell people on my own terms rather than letting them figure it out. I have to control the narrative.
Vampires are virtually invisible unless we get some kind of old fashioned spell done on us to let our faces and voices be recorded. We’re required by law to get that done, in fact.
I sigh. I guess that’s what I’m doing today.

Next: Flaw

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Hunched on my mattress in the dark, I feel tears seeping from the corners of my eyes.
I can no longer digest real food, I can no longer see my own appearance in the mirror, it feels like I don’t exist.

ohh so it does affect her

The guy who bit me is standing on a mountain overlooking a vast green and purple landscape, vaguely suggesting deep, cool valleys spread far below us.

:0 so this is what you meant when you said your writing recently is dream-like

It will be much better to tell people on my own terms rather than letting them figure it out. I have to control the narrative.

her personality is coolllll

Vampires are virtually invisible unless we get some kind of old fashioned spell done on us to let our faces and voices be recorded. We’re required by law to get that done, in fact.
I sigh. I guess that’s what I’m doing today.

:0 worldbuilding!

long lol

He wakes up warm, wiping the drool off his chin.
He doesn’t realize how he’s so comfortable until he notices he’s sprawled over the airships’ seats, head curled on her lap. The man across from them is calmer now, a newspaper in his hands. The man’s gaze flicks to the boy, who startles, not having realized he was staring.
“Hello,” Aadhi says, smiling.
The man nods in greeting, an amicable smile on his face as he rattles off something in a language Aadhi barely understands.
“Um, I’m sorry, Sir?” Aaddhi asks, sitting up as he wipes at his eyes. He yawns. “I don’t know what you’re saying. Maybe try talking to my sister when she wakes up.”
The man pauses, and speaks again, in a heavily accented language that’s easier to understand. “This…ariship, do you call it? Wonderful. You people, very intelligent.”
Aadhi raises his brows, before he stands, stretching his arms above his head. He’s quite tall, a good head taller than Rishika. “That’s very kind of you to say.”
“I never thought… in my travels-- I travel, you see.” The man is saying, as Aadhi sits back down, sitting cross-legged on the seat. “Many different lands. Many different people.”
“Yes, that sounds lovely…” Aadhi says absently, noticing Rishika’s head was at an awkward angle, and she’d probably be in pain when she woke up. He reaches into the compartment above their heads, and pulls out his bag, a small, brown thing made of leather and stuffed to its limits. He leans over to lift Rishika’s head gently to the side, holding his breath as he puts the bag under her chin to give her a sort of pillow. When he sits back to look at her again, he lets out a breath. Yeah, she’d be okay now.
“Look,” the man says, yanking at Aadhi’s arm. The boy stumbles, relenting as the man pulls him to the open seat beside him. Aadhi finds himself presented with a journal, filled with barely-legible scribbles of various inks. The man jabs at the page, grinning in excitement. Aadi’s eyes shift from the page to the elated man, smiling as he lets the man’s energy affect him.
“What am I looking at, Sir?” Aadhi asks, running a hand over page, feeling the texture of the words. “I can’t read this writing.”
“The girl,” the man says, tipping his head to indicate Rishika. “She’s of the demon kind, yes?”
Aadhi’s smile drains slightly. “…And how is that any of your business, sir?”
The man doesn’t understand what Aadhi’s was saying, though he recognizes the ire in his tone. The man shakes his head, looking frustrated all of a sudden.
“They’re beings of earth and fire, evil incarnates.”
“So they say,” Aadhi says resting his chin on his hands.
“But she’s been docile for long time! No sign of violence, and I was nearby in small space.”
“She tends to be worse when she hasn’t had breakfast.”
The old man’s eyes shine, and he pulls out a pen from somewhere as he starts jotting something down. “What… she like to eat?”
“Meat, mainly.” Aadhi says, leaning back in his seat as he swings his legs. He glances at the man, smiling as if disclosing a secret. “The spicier, the better. I don’t know how we can eat together when I like sweet things.”
The man nods, writing it down.
Aadhi’s eyes stray to the window, as he takes in the brilliant blues.
“Shame…” the man mutters. He glances up at Aadhi, indicating something above his head. “Flawed. Horns. She might’ve been pretty.”
“I can assure you, she’s beautiful either way,” Aadhi says, eyes landing on his childhood friend. Rishika’s hair covers her face, the bonnet low over her eyes. “But, yes. Her horns were breathtaking. Must be why hunters took them.”

I don’t know if I’m offended or not by what I wrote :thinking:
it was fun either way XD

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lavendar

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Mildly offended is great writing.

Summary

Harvesting the flowers from their bushy rows was backbreaking work, but Nuan loved prepping her homemade Tofu, in its various colors. Today, she worked on a lovely almost-blue shade with floral accents over the fermented bean curd. It wouldn’t take much, if she was merely coloring the pale flesh, but she wanted it to be heavily immersed in the scent and taste of Lavendar, forsaking any delicacy in the bean curd itself for this almost…fetish.

That’s when she realised she must be pregnant again.

Hopefully she could keep the pregnancy quiet, long enough to place the child in an orphanage, instead of the state taking care of her condition.

Sail.

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By the time Rishika wakes up, she’s alone in the airship compartment.
The silence is what wakes her, most probably, as she gradually became aware of the lack of voices and movement around her. She sits up, the backpack toppling from her lap as she searches for Aadhi’s presense, or even the old man’s.
She groans, shaking her head as she fiddles with the ribbons of the bonnet, which had become stifling under her chin. She’d lost him again.
She tugs the bonnet off, letting her hair breathe for a moment, the small stubs of her horns that she’d long since lost hiding amongst brilliant orange curls. She sweeps the curls back, running her fingers through the sweat that had accumulated under all the layers she’s wearing. Better safe than sorry. She’s not sure what kind of people she’ll be meeting on their trip, and too many people had the wrong idea about her kind. Aadhi, of course, had suggested she go without all the trouble of disguising herself, but there was no doubt in Rishika’s mind that Aadhi would only ever expect smooth sailing on any adventure. He acted like he hadn’t a fear in the world.
She lets out a sigh as she stands, pulling the bonnet on again.
Time to go look for him.

She slides open the compartment door, greeted by noise almost immediately. The narrow corridor outside leads though a long line of doors, some open, some closed, the wall running parallel inset with wide windows that show the sky outside. Someone is pushing along a cart, a goblin by the looks of it, as they pause by open doorways to offer snacks.
Snacks.
Of course that’s where he’d be.
Rishika inhales a slow breath, and sets off down the corridor to look for her friend.

next!
flat

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“Your dish,” the waiter smiles, setting the bowl on his table with a flourish. Dr. Bhrind‘s eyes takes in the soupy yellow liquid hungrily, lifting his nose in the air to breathe in the masalas.
The presentation was average. The bowl, the utensils, the table, and even the waiter’s uniform. None of it was particularly
impressive, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.
Bhrind lifts his spoon and dips it into the soup as the steam pools at his face. The first sip is too hot, the second and the third burn his throat with flavor.
He doesn’t realize he’s humming until the young man across from him snickers.
Bhrind glances up, smiling absently, before returning his attention to the soup, lifting the bowl to his lips to get every last drop.
His hand is in the air to flag down another waiter before he’s even done setting the bowl down. He dabs at his lips with the cloth napkin on his lap as he looks around the moderately-sized cafeteria. Waiters in maroon suits linger amongst the colorful guests.
“Waiter!” He calls, trying to make eye contact with the one a few tables over. The waiter looks up to make eye contact, but turns back to the customer at their elbow.
Bhrind groans, sinking in his seat.
“Did you like it that much?” Aadhi asks.
Bhrind nods at him, smiling amicably. “Yes! Very tasty.”
It’s frustrating that he didn’t have a hold on their language quite yet, but Bhrind knows enough to get by. It’d be easier if the young man had understood his Greim. The language was becoming standard around these parts, but Aadhi seemed to only speak a lesser-known dialect of it.
Aadhi smiles, and he might’ve said more, until he’s grabbed by the ear, dragged to his feet.
Bhrind raises his brows, watching the demon speak to Aadhi very rapidly. He puts down his hand, which he’d still had in the air.

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flat

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Barefoot footsteps pattered from around the corner. If he didn’t know her, he probably would have mistaken her for a child—the way she was always running about the flat, among other things. In many ways, she was, but then- She’d already seen more than most adults, and that was where the mistake part came in. She did a remarkable job of hiding that, though, and as the fourteen year old finally bounded around the corner, he was struck again by her youth, yet he could see something in her eyes, deep, masked by an energy to rival a two year old’s, but still there. A broken spirit, pleading for help it would never—could never—find.

Next: Beach

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Gran took me to the nudist beach today. (It’s the only palatable beach for miles around.) As I grew up in Europe, I’m used to topless sunbathing, so the only awkward thing was giving up a little triangular piece of dentalfloss that I’ve never been without.

Gran came from the era when you sunbathed, so I marched in behind her with a towel, trying to not hide myself. Once set up, I promptly found myself dozing.

Only to be woken up by Gran’s terrible Italian, as she threw sand at some boy who didnt know how to quit staring. I used that as a cue to turn over.

Other than the one freak of nature, men left us alone. Something about Gran ran men off, I guess.

But the next week, her house had plenty of callers–apparently the young men in the area had heard that Gran had brought her granddaughter out, and were curious to see what all the fuss was about.

I’ve been told I don’t have a pretty face, and I wear baggy clothing anyway, so they mostly went away dissatisfied–which is good for them.

Maize

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Aadhi hisses, though he knows who it is even before he hears Rishika’s sharp tone.
“Ow—“ he snaps as she drags him out of the chair by his ear.
“—getting lost. How many times has it been? How many times do I have to repeat myself? Do you even remember what happened at the maize? Or the river? Or even—“
Aadhi grabs Rishika’s wrist, feeling her grip on his ear tighten painfully.
“Rishi, please— that hurts,” he says, chuckling because he can see the worry written all over her face, her eyes distant with worries that hadn’t yet happened and everything that had. Her grip doesn’t loosen.
“I’m fine,” he says, more firmly, and Rishika lets go of him, eyes darting to the doctor skeptically.
“Hello,” she says, and after that, she switches to another language, her tone cautiously light. Aadhi doesn’t know what she’s saying, and the doctor seems delighted at being addressed and responds to her immediately.
Aadhi rubs at his ear as he straightens, listening absently to Rishika and Dr. Bhrind, assuming they were exchanging empty pleasantries.
He grabs a fruit, biting into it as they talk, still standing.

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sand

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The heat is scorching. My hooves are buried in the sand, radiating heat up my hard, thin legs.
I sigh in satisfaction and let myself fall back, the sun causing my shiny obsidian black body to glow blindingly.
After months of traveling through the lands that most creatures consider to be reasonably warm, I’m exhausted. My body has been getting duller as I traveled and I’d feel exhausted every day.
The air traveling into my spiracles finally feels right. Why did I ever leave home? How did my cousin survive the icy lands up north?
I shudder at the thought of endless ice, vowing to spend the rest of my life here, in the vast, warm desert.

next: Sweatpants

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Amy tossed the book at Jane, “It sucked. Like a lot.”

“Oh, come on, it had a hot Alpha in it!” She protested as she tried to catch the spine in its awkward juggle.

“It had an overglorified basement dweller with abs and sweatpants that everyone kept coddling as he used his dick like a Serger across the highschool population. I swear, Bible Black is more believeable.” The upright girl snorted. “The most believable part is an obsession with sweats.”

“Wait, why the sweats?” Trust Jane to catch that Amy had a goal for singling out this one aspect.

“Simple,” she snapped back, with a grin. “They’re adjustable, they’re cheap, and fairly non-restricting as these wolves bulk up to shread clothing like the Incredible Hulk. Junk clothes make more sense than the idea that I’m going to fall in love with such a total loser. I mean, head of a whole pack and can’t even get boogers into tissue paper without losing his brains in the process? I’d have to run the whole damn thing if this was my guy. Why not kill the MC and take some sausage from whomever really runs the show? Surprised they never describe their family jewels as wrinkled from water exposure, like fingers after a swim.”

It took Amy half an hour longer than this start to thoroughly eviscerate the book and stomp off to do something mindless. Jane sighed and contacted her Alpha and warned him that he had his work cut out for himself, and that it might just be easier to settle on another girl.

Preferably one dumb enough to see the magic in every flaw.

Plaque

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“So what’s this blank plaque about?” Tim asked, putting a hand on the plaque on the door to the ship’s beating heart.
Gold was fairly common, so the plaque being made of it wasn’t remarkable, but Tim wondered why the plaque was here, outside the beautiful mechanical heart of the spaceship, and why it was blank.
His coworker Felicia punched the plaque lightly in what he guessed was some kind of ritualistic gesture fromthe fact that the plaque bore many small dents.
“When this ship was first built, we hired the aliens from the B-12 galaxy to work on the heart, since we were using technology we got from their planet.
They did a truly outstanding job. It was so memorable for the human workers who came in here to finish the job that we put this plaque up.”
“Wow, so what did they do?” Tim asked, mouth open, transfixed by her story.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“The people checking on their work knew nothing about tech, so when the aliens left a bunch of meaningless wires on the floor they thought it was the foundation for the heart and paid them. It was only when the next group of workers came in that they learned they’d been scammed. By that time, the lazy aliens were long gone.”
“Wow… I thought the B-12ers were hard workers.”
“You can’t judge an entire galaxy by their most brilliant scientists. Or rather, every planet has the lazy ones.”
Tim nodded and gave the plaque a punch before heading into the heart room.

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