"Papa?" Where was she? Everything was dark. She could hear Papa though. She heard other men too. They all seemed to be arguing. Who was he talking to in the dark like this? Feeling along the wall she found a doorway leaking a faint light. Peering in she saw Papa along with the other men huddled around a table with a single candle.
Moving towards her Papa she tried to see the faces of the other men in the dark. If only it wasn't so dark. That one was huge though. Was he? "No," she gasped, "An Ortanan!" And that stocky one had to be a Mesini. Was that little one a Gnome, no they weren't real. It was a Bensian! Only the Trevvan were missing of the major races of Soria. Why were they here?
The next two sections I wrote are both short and I'm a week behind on posting so I'm going to post them together.
Delya walked down the hall side by side with Drivet. She was happy to be able to walk again. Looking up at Drivet again she grinned. He had helped make her better. Now he was taking her to see her family again. They were all going to be together again. She started to skip for a moment and then stopped again when her leg started to ache slightly.
They turned the corner and Delya saw the open door. She hurried in despite her leg and saw what was left of her family. Papa was sitting in a chair facing the door and Momma had baby Valya cradled in her arms. Papa reached over and set his hand on Momma's arm as he jumped up. Momma looked up at Papa's movement and let out a little squeak.
Hooboy. So, I can't stop with the changing of the title. It will prolly keep happening until something finally dings true.
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The question reverberated around inside Paul’s skull. The question was a pretty standard take on the usual Saint Sallie asked to citizens who had fallen behind on the posting to the feeds and he had almost puked out his standard answer of “Fine, just fine,” when he found he couldn’t open his mouth. Something in the back of his mind was holding hime back from answering.
Delya awoke with a scream. She screamed until her throat was parched and sore and she could scream no more. When she stopped she realized that the screaming hadn't. Someone else was still screaming. Where was she? The last thing she remembered was leaving her fathers room with Drivet. Papa had been screaming. Was that him screaming? Was that him? She had to find her Papa. She tried to sit up and she found that she could indeed scream more after all. The pain in her left side had returned and if anything it was worse. She was unable to move. As she lay there she just kept asking herself, "Is that Papa? Where was Momma and Gill and little Valya? Someone please help!"
"Omnitrex Tech" is now "We Make the World". Perhaps one day we'll learn why.
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“You’ll be wanting to know who I am, I expect,” she said, exhaling after a long pull from the brown cylinder.
“Yes, I would–”
“But I’m not going to tell you. Not yet.”
Delya had horrible nightmares. She dreamed of constant screaming and crying. She cried herself, but she didn't know why. She had a vague memory of her bones being set, but the memory repeated over and over again. Were the screams hers? Who else would be screaming? At one point she had looked in a mirror and all of the skin had been gone from one side of her face. She remembered a knife. What about the knife? It wavered on the edge of her memory.
His mother’s name was Isabelle, his father was Tristan. They were both happy people, both very much in love with one another. Their flat was on the edge of the Capillaries, close to the Expanse, it offered actual windows in the south wall. Young Paul would spend hours between online lessons just staring at the streaming people, in and out, in and out, never ceasing in motion save for the New or at least the out of the ordinary.
The skylight was blue. A few errant clouds streamed by the perimeter horizon far, far away. Business suites towered behind him. He bent forward, hands on knees and breathed deeply, in and out. The perfectly humid regular air of the Expanse filled his lungs. This was Safe. This was Normal. This was Good.
Here is the first part of a story I've been working on for a few months. I already have nine parts done, but I'm only going to post about once a week since I write slow. Later parts are somewhat disturbing and not suitable for work or small children. It started off as a fantasy due to it being based on an RPG character of mine, but I am re-writing it as science fantasy.
Delya stormed out of her hut yelling across the courtyard, "I've been with you to visit the Trevvan before. I want to go again! Why won't you let me come, Papa?" She watched as Pasinia Deriya turned back to gaze at her patiently. Her father turned back to gaze at her patiently. Giving him her best "I'm the cutest five-year-old in the world" smile she twirled her dark brown hair. She had manipulated him into bringing her along many times and she knew this trick was one of her best, but she could see from across the open courtyard that he was going to be unwilling to give this time. Still, she would not let him go without at least trying.
A vacant face in the mirror looked back at him. “For the love of all that’s holy,” he said to the image, “You’re not looking too good, my man.” His face was haggard, eyes popping out in dismay. He looked at his coveralls. Their shaggy pleats were going to need some touch up work soon. That meant finding some cred and a tailor program that would stitch up something durable enough to last on his threadbare budget.