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FFM31: Symphony of the Night
"Beloved," he says. He sighs.
Mena is afraid, more afraid than she has ever been.
He wears dark silks in rich blues, the delicate bones of a bird secured to the fabric. His skin is bloodless, pale, and his nails hooked like talons. He is like a piece torn from the night sky. Beautiful.
He looks heart broken.
"Just one kiss," he says. And it will be over.
One kiss. One time. She won't be weak, not again. His power will be hers. Ours, she thinks, ours.
She closes her eyes as he whispers her name.
She kisses him.
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FFM30: The Monsters We Know
"Are you ready for this?" Kyle asks.
Desdemona isn't, but she nods anyway. They sit in the darkness, waiting, watching the clock.
She tolerates a lot of things she shouldn't. Rudeness is the worst of it. Entitlement is the not so little sister of that offense. She has been pushed and screamed at. She has had to listen to the spew of vitriol so vile it should count as abuse---under the banner of "the customer is always right".
"You're a dumb bitch, you know that?"
"I can get this cheaper at the other store. You HAVE TO sell it to me for your competitor's prices."
"I only need one minute. Let me in."
"I know your boss. You'll lose your job for this!"

She has heard the last one so many times. Well. Go right the fuck ahead.
The customer is not always right. People are shitty and flawed and they will always be. They're more wrong than right, really.
But with coffee all things are possible. For now. Some day, it's going to stop working, and when it does, gods help them all. I
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FFM29: The Man Who Fell From Earth :iconnamelessshe:NamelessShe 1 4
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FFM28: Blark's Grimwyrms
The egg was lavender with silver spots. It was six feet tall and roughly four feet wide. It was the only one of its kind when it landed on the White House front lawn.
But a few hours later, there were seventeen. The next day there were four hundred and twenty. By the end of the week there were forty seven thousand in all parts of the world.  The shell was impenetrable It was too thick to scan.
No one could guess what was growing inside.
For the first month, everything was fine. But strange.
Then, the grass around them started to wither. The trees died. The scientists brave enough to study them sickened---the first to die did so on a Tuesday. And the eggs did nothing. They just sat there, looking ridiculous.
They didn't even give off a proper amount of radiation to be deadly. There was no excuse. They should have been harmless.
But they weren't.
By the end of the summer, much of the world was uninhabitable. The people who were well enough to move, did. They left their houses. They
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FFM27: Glittering in the Void
Raya hates the stars.
The white hot glitter against the void makes her ache for home. She would fight a thousand wars if it meant never again sleeping crammed together, two by two, like dolls in a metal coffin.
But home is dead. Ship is what remains.
Until Marauders come again.
Raya fights.
Ship screams.
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FFM26: How Athena and Caillen Became Vampires :iconnamelessshe:NamelessShe 1 6
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FFM25: The Gnomes Come Marching :iconnamelessshe:NamelessShe 3 18
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FFM24: Happy Ending
He made the walls vibrate with his shitty music. Sometimes he'd start as early as one A.M. It seemed like it was always loud, always hopelessly thrumming through the plaster.
When neighbors tried to speak to him, he ignored them---he turned the music louder, stopped answering the door.
But it's quiet now.
It is.
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FFM23: When the Dragon Comes
Shain was born a shifter, a bear. He always knew what he was. He didn't remember his first time. Or his second. His third. It just always was.
He had his clan. He didn't know there were people who couldn't change. He didn't know there were people who would fear them.
Naive.
Stupid.
Until the hunters came and broke bread with them. Until they slept.
Then, he knew what it was like to be trapped in one form. He learned the cold sting of iron. He learned to hate.
The hunters took the children, they took Shain. They left the rest to rot in the sun.
He did not return to the village. He couldn't.
The boy was ashen faced, but Neria imagined hers was much the same at the sight of it all. The hunters kept them in cages like animals. With little shade and little water.
No wonder Sokana sent her here.
No wonder.
She counted a dozen, at least. She doubted the oldest was out of his teens. They were all children. They were all hollow eyed and frightened. They were desperate.
Well. That was unfortunat
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FFM22: They Twitch, They Move :iconnamelessshe:NamelessShe 3 17
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FFM21: No Thank You :iconnamelessshe:NamelessShe 0 13
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FFM20: I Hate Everything About This
Things had been weird since the apocalypse. One minute everything was burning and they were out of food, but the next, it was sunny skies and crop surpluses. Maybe it was god. Jeffrey didn't know, didn't care, he was just glad he didn't have to starve to death.
But yeah, the weirdness had gotten out of hand.
Jeffrey stared at the purple furred, bunny mascot---it was licking the sidewalk outside his apartment. Because, of course it was. He wasn't sure if that was the worst part or if it was the fact he couldn't see the zipper or any kind of seam in what had to be fuzzy fabric.
The mascot was looking less and less like a creepy cartoon costume and more and more like a horrifying mistake of nature. Jeffrey shut the blinds. He turned back to his coffee maker and wondered if someone had slipped acid into his dark roast blend before or after he turned the machine on.
There was a heavy splat outside and then another and then another. He didn't want to look but he had company and they sure as
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FFM19: Troll Slayer
It is all Rinne can do just to put one foot in front of the other. Melchor and Cerberus howl and come running up the path. They greet her even before she reaches the door.
She sees Adrian through the window, his face pale, unshaven. She sees at least two days worth of stubble. She sees San squirming in his arms, trying to look.
He gets the door open before she can quiet the dogs.
"Where the hell have you been?" he asks, his voice too sharp, too loud.
He shifts San to his hip, angles him away from her when he reaches for her. Adrian is going to yell some more, and maybe she deserves it, but he stops. His eyes go wide as he takes in the state of her.
"What happened?" he asks. He lets her take San and then he's pulling her inside. He's trying to peel her out of her armor, but it is difficult because her arms are full of crying, squirming baby. Cerberus tries to jump on her. Melchor holds up a paw and whines. She has been gone for too long. They are all a nervous, anxious mess.
Adrian bloc
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FFM18: Prehistoric Television
Sky fire comes. Strange rock falls. Trees burn. Many die.
Grog sees face in rock---small people---many noise---loud. Mother says more fires come. Brother cry. Grog smash rock.
Tiny people die. No more sound. No more light.
Grog watch sky. Always watch. No more fire comes.
"Assistant Y-17, Monitor 3 is missing," Professor X-3BSA said, horror dawning. But Assistant Y-17 was on break. He hadn't bothered to sign out or check the monitor back in.
"Oh god," Assistant Y-27 said. She pointed to the restricted platform, and Professor X-3BSA now knew exactly what had happened.
The time vortex was still active.
Assistant Y-17 had just cost them all their jobs.
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FFM17: Failed Campaign
They clung to the dragon's back, to the shimmering scales. When it turned, it nearly knocked them loose. The +10 bag of holding wrenched out of her hands. The contents spilled out.
Her staff shattered.
"Alli, come on," he said, "There's got to be something---"
"No," she said and she despaired.
The dragon laughed.
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Flash in the Pan
Flash Fiction Month is almost over. I can't even begin to describe the relief I feel at this realization!
I haven't done much fiction writing over the last few years. I started writing as a teenager, but as adulthood took over and those angsty years passed, I fizzled. I've always felt like a writer, which is weird, though I'd never have called myself one. My friends and family always used that word. But I felt more like a fraud.
This month has been good for me, though. Where writing is concerned, I'm a bit of a spoiled brat. I never wrote for its own sake, I only wrote if I had feelings that seemed... writable. Usually negative ones. I process a lot through the written word. This month has showed me that I can write no matter what I'm feeling. I can even write through blocks. Who knew? It has caused me to have to pull up my big girl pants and get on with it.
It's also showed me that not every piece has to be THE piece. It's okay to suck once in awhile. So it has helped calm my perfecti
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When and How to Edit
Lit Basics Week
Earlier in the week I got into what editing is and how to love it. Now, let's talk about the entrée following this apéritif: when to edit, and how to do it. And, perhaps even more importantly, how to stop.
Stop, you say?!
Yeah, it's really not that hard to get caught up in this perfectionist funk where all you do is wind around in circles on the same piece. Curb it from the beginning by having an idea of where you want to end. What should the reader walk away thinking about? What should the reader walk away feeling? Do things move fast enough to be interesting? 
I stop editing when I get to a point where all my edits are just minor wording tweaks. At that point I'll go back and forth, and I'm not even changing the overall impression the story creates. If it's not productive, it's not worthwhile.
Now that we've gotten dessert out of the way:
When to
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With the mourners gone, the house was finally quiet again. My sister made tea for us while I examined the details of mother's will. We weren't glad she was gone, not by any stretch of the imagination, but we were the kind of family that dotted our i's and crossed our t's. Mother would have wanted it to be this way, so we put aside our grief and focused on the facts.
And the biggest fact of all was that despite everything we knew about mother, and through all the years she claimed to have no secrets; there was, apparently, one very large one being carried around within her. Her last will and testament, contrary to everything we'd expected, contained a mystifying reference to a prophecy and, of all things, a robotic cat.
It was this that I was puzzling over while Maisy busied herself in the kitchen, and our conversation was both muted and unenlightening. She was as in the dark as I was, and we sat attempting to make sense of the thing until the birds outside warned us of the day's immine
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The Three Witches
 “They’re an ungrateful lot,” the first witch said, throwing her collection of ingredients into the boiling cauldron. The mixture turned a sickening orange. “Why are we doing this again?”
   “Because,” the second witch replied, stirring the mixture thoroughly before adding her ingredients. “Lilith said not to.”
   “As good a reason as any,” mused the third witch, spitting in the cauldron. “So what’s this going to do again?”
   “The opposite of whatever Lilith is planning,” the first witch replied smugly.
   The third witch frowned. “And what is she planning?” she asked, her hand hovering over the now green coloured mixture.
   The second witch shrugged. “Who cares? We get to screw with her plans.” She slapped the third witch’s hand, and the final ingredients fell into the cauldron, turning the mixture a pret
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Badass Fairy
Aurora flipped through the book, stopping to look at the pictures in it. She didn’t know how to read quite yet, but she liked to look at the pictures. Sometimes her mother would tell her all about the picture, or read to her what the pages said, but mostly Aurora pretended she knew exactly what it said, and make up her own version of what it is.
“Mommy, this is a fairy, right?” Aurora asked as she held the open book up for Beth to see. Beth glanced over from taking inventory in the shop.
“Yes, that’s a fairy,” Beth confirmed. “Now I need to take inventory, Aurora, I can’t really stop to check on what you’re reading,” Beth added as she made a few notes on her clipboard. Aurora fell silent and went back to the book. The fairy had pretty pink wings that glittered and there were sparkles falling from them. Her dress was also pink and fanned out at the bottom, making it look like a tutu with fabric dangling straight down over the e
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FFM 21. Rumada Tower
Jara stood at the top of her tower, silently watching the siege below with a growing sense of dread. The city walls weren’t designed to hold against such a barrage. Hundreds in the Gard already lay dead at the foot of the walls. As she watched, the Gates finally crumbled and red-armoured soldiers swarmed into the streets, slaughtering as they went. Most of the city inhabitants left early last week, at the first sign of an attack, but the few stragglers - old women and sick men and pacifistic youth - died in their homes. Fires went up and buildings came down as the soldiers advanced on the tower prison. Jara continued to watch them, listening to the screams and sounds of war.
A red-feathered arrow sliced through the air, hitting the wooden shutter of the tower’s sole window. Jara looked towards the forest beyond the city walls; archers perched in the trees, aiming their weapons. She didn’t move to close the window.
“Rumada, come away from there,” a voice sa
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FFM 2014: The Selkie
    He watched the waves and waited, every night, bringing only a blanket and the shuttered lantern with one side left open to light the way. And every night she came, stepping onto the shore and slipping out of her second skin, shivering and wet, her dark hair in dripping tangles about her shoulders. Still as lithe and moon-pale as the first day he’d seen her so many years before. Still as remote and unfathomable as the sea.
    He never asked questions, never tried to speak at first, just handed her the blanket and wrapped one arm around her as they made their way up the shore to the Lighthouse. Still dripping she would visit the children’s room, and watch them sleeping as the first blush of dawn touched the horizon. 
    He’d make her breakfast; pancakes were the favourite, and by the time the kids were ready to get up she would be herself again, loud and smiling and present, and the wildness o
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    The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
    Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
    Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
    She’d been expec
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Everything You've Learned About Writing is a Lie
Literature Basics Week
Okay, so maybe not everything. But there's a lot of stuff that I remember learning in middle and high school that turned out to not actually work for me -- or for pretty much anybody -- as a writer.  I'm hoping that if I can lay these lies out for you, we cans turn it around and unlearn some of these bad habits. Because, man, nothing says "noob" like practicing some of these frequently-taught faux pas.
Lie #1: Be super duper descriptive!


Wait, wait, I know what you're thinking. Descriptive language is good, right? You want your reader to know what you're talking about, and to be able to see, smell it, hear it, touch it, taste it the way you do in your head. The problem is that, when it comes to description, a little bit goes a long wa
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Well. It's not terrible. For the most part.

It does feel like it improves certain areas that were lacking in the earlier Mass Effect games. No star child bullshit, for one thing. There's more freedom in character classes. There are alien ladies instead of just a bunch of dudes. I'm probably forgetting something, but the truth is I'm bored.

I don't like the characters (except for Kesh). I don't like the protag, Ryder, and almost all the dialogue choices make me stabby. The combat isn't terribly enjoyable. The story isn't that interesting (and trust me when I say I am first in life for space survival shit). The side quests are dull and there are faaaar too many of them.

If you've played do you know if any of the "additional tasks" actually affect the ending? I really don't want to do any more of them. I spent an hour riding around Eos trying to trigger the right bullshit to drop. It was dumb. I felt dumb.



All in all, once I finish my play through, I don't know that I'll play it again. And I played Mass Effect 1-3 many, many, many times each. I'd give it a solid MEH. Not great but not bad. I'll beat it once but am in no real hurry. I'm a little worried about Dragon Age to be honest.

  • Playing: Mass Effect Andromeda

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