Lauren could no longer hesitate with her emotions. She had been frozen into the distinction of time and above all, tragedies—first with losing her parents, protecting her brother, Tom, as they were forced into memory loops and injections, then looking out for themselves on the island. She had to put other people out there to die, to disfigure themselves at the mercy of ash and topaz river-beds but she would do it again for him.
Artemis, however, made this thinking process very difficult.
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And Au is back, one more time. I wont bore you with illnesses, apathy, headaches, and such things, only because Im doing early morning bird supply duty in a few minutes! For the Novel Collaboration “Identify” at Lucy’s Works This site is old enough for certain things to remain, old……
“And what else after? Some cinnamon pie? A nice Moscow mule? We can’t have those luxuries here so I don’t owe you shit except survival.”
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Work, work, work… ahg, it kills my good mood and eats my time. I should be glad I even have it though, I dont know how it has lasted for so long, maybe its my looks. Yesterday I wrote a big analysis of my teaching work, it was a good…
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Surreptitiously, she plucked them away and stashed them into her tiny fur bag bemoaning how she missed her Mom. Next time she won’t come along without her Mom. Not for all the tea in China! She wished her Dad had the nous to bring Mom along.
“Come on, Dad!” She exhorted in the manner of a raving loon.
Tom couldn’t help but smile only. As they arrived at the threshold, Clarence inadvertently hit a bump and stumbled headlong.
The cave pooled on a dusty gray, its lifeless folds quietly shone, hinging to the cold darkness in the air. Intervened, footfall was prevalent and darning; she gripped onto her spear as she extended it away from her person, head merging against an animal’s snout.
She hated them, but quite at times admired them for their will to live. The bond between them only got stronger and stronger the more adversities they faced together. Only Zara was able to flicker that bond for a few moments, that fucking siblings-bond.
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When Alan Patterson awoke, he found himself naked and bound with wire to a heavy wooden chair with duct tape sealing his mouth.
Down, down, down the riverside. The air went dead. I suspended above the ivy waves in silence, entering into the belly indigo. Water had now been a cold darkness and I was trying to part myself from the waves above—that only seemed to inundate me further.
Oktavia inhibited Elizabet by pulling her close, the depth of her scent inhaled like a coiling python ready to eat their prey. Her eyes, draping ice.
She lowered her head into her hands. Her thoughts soon drifted back to Tom; what he had been through these past few days, how he killed Zargaff.
She now understood how callous she had been after he just took a life, and not even that, he watched Zara die. Her breath hitched when she stared back at Artemis.
She had been too impassive. Now she thought she understood.
“Lauren?”
Lauren felt heavy breathing against her neck, the tired limbs of Artemis lain at her sides.
Lauren set up a fire at the site, grabbing a couple of more logs to throw in. Tom watched at a distance as he kept looking back at the camouflaged tents in the woodlands of the island, and biting his lip, he watched as the smoke tilted into the sky as a signal.
She caught up to him. “Let’s get the fuck out of here. I set it up, and we can leave.”
She grappled his face. “You don’t get to say shit like that. Not after this fucked off day. You can go fuck off too if you keep saying that.”
“I’ve never seen you so sentimental.”
“It’s not like you’d remember,” Lauren sighed, only now feeling how sweated up her tank-top had become.
“Ouch. Low blow.”
As some may have noticed, there’s been a brief hiatus in the current novel collaboration. That does not mean it is over. Far from it, in fact.
Darkness wailed, as they shuffled silently ensuring Anastasia had indeed left the basement. Tom balanced himself up with one of the boxes sequestered in the room. “I don’t want to see her,” his eyes twisted shut.
A humongous figure, overly bulging muscular arms covered in a distinct fur like growth, his bald head resembled a barren land with a crisscrossing array of canals; it was so vivid as if a network of ropes were levied under the skin of his skull.
