Fiction

a scenedrop for my in-progress story, i just really wanted to write this particular scene.

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It all went to hell so fast.
Rosemilly held my arm in a death grip, eyes wide in fear. "What's going on, Gyn?!"

ok this is for a short story involving my characters gyn, jace, julio and ravilo

location: allenbrook

what happens????

gyn and jace are helping at the moonflower festival. they're cutting flowers, painting booths, etc

There is not a lot in this world that can make Miss Laura Jane speechless, in fact I had yet to meet someone who could baffle this woman. In the 25 years I had known her, she was speechless once; when her father remarried.

Julio was scared, to say the least.
The plan had gone haywire, and now he was stuck in a dark, cramped cell with people he didn't know.
Where was Ravi?

It takes a while for the family to slowly make their way up to the counter of the woman selling balloons. First, the mother has to corral her twin boys, who have somehow run off towards the toys.

Illion was ready. 
There was no reason why he wouldn't be - it was just that monthly event that he'd been training for since he was young. No biggie, nothing special.

That evening she specifically made time to go exercise. It was the norm, but today she felt she had to push herself more than usual. She perspired more than usual, and she was unfamiliarly exhausted, to say the least.

With urgency, Naoto makes a beeline to a sofa in the main hall, with her forgotten gel pen that she left inside her room and had to retrieve.

No one was following us, from what I recall... But, Jay stated otherwise. I rubbed my temples in aggravation, staring up into the gradually darkening fusions of orange and pink and yellow engulfing the sky. I did hope Jay was alright.

8/29/18

Prompt: "This summer I discovered..."

Write about meeting someone for the first time and knowing that you will be best friends, worst enemies, lovers, etc.

That's why I was always mentally far from that man, Calloway. He brought trouble wherever he went. Either he goes to sought it out, or it tangles him into predicaments by its words. Like an order from a puppet master, I’d say.