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I picked on Ellis from PPiS in this one because he's a charmer.
Are you named after anyone?
Not that I know of, though the orphanage gave me the surname Grey because it was the colour of the blanket I was wrapped in when they found me. Does that count?
When was the last time you cried?
A pirate never tells, darling.
Do you have kids?
Not really my scene, no? This is no lifestyle for a kid anyway.
Do you use sarcasm a lot?
Whyever would I do that, darling? Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.
What is the first thing you notice about people?
Are they nice to look at? And are they pointing a gun at me? Important things, you know?
What’s your eye color?
Brown.
Scary movies or happy endings?
Hmm, what a philosophical question? I will say happy endings, because they so rarely happen in the real world. Got to get our jollies somewhere, no?
Any special talents?
So many, darling. I'm the best star pilot you'll ever meet, a damn good shot, and an excellent lay. Is that enough to be getting on with?
Where were you born?
Somewhere on Ceres, I suppose.
Do you have any pets?
It's no more fair to keep a pet on a starship than it is a kid.
What sports do you play?
Sports are for the rich.
How tall are you?
5'11
What was your favorite subject in school?
Darling, I didn't go to school. The orphanage had no interest in educating us when we were destined to be grist for the Alliance war machine.
"You know you don't have to babysit me, right?" I raise an eyebrow in his direction.
despair: sadly I didn't find this word in my WIP!
look:
"You don't know anything!" I say, exasperated even though everything he said is true.
He gives me a look that lets me know he knows I'm full of shit.
"Well, now what am I supposed to do?! She thinks we were on a date! What should I tell her?"
grab:
Without thinking, I grab the collar of his shirt and yank him into the room, closing the door behind him so it's less likely for anyone — especially Bri — to walk by and hear.
your words: babysit, exasperated, dollhouse, kiss
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If anyones interested in learning about the first black vampire short story, published in 1819, heres a link to the wiki, its called The Black Vampyre, and its about a former slave turned vampire who seeks revenge on his slave master. Its actually a first in many categories!
Someone today asked me if I liked writing. To be honest, I do and I don't. Sometimes, I love it and writing flows from my fingertips without thought. Others, it is a slog, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.
But if I am to be honest? Writing is like breathing to me. It's as natural as an automatic bodily function. I need it even if it doesn't need me.
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The words I had to find were: Moon, meet, may, might
We'll grab these from PPiS!
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Moon: Their first impression was of solidity – he was tall, firmly built, and stood with his feet hip-width apart, as if he was balancing on a heaving deck instead of standing on a moon-sized space station.
Meet: “Where’d you tell Pan to meet us?” they asked, looking up at him. They felt their cheeks heat as he looked down at them, their heart fluttering. He was looking at them as if they were the centre of his world, and it made their knees feel weak.
May: “That’s rude, Grieg, my man. I may be a thief, but there is honour among thieves, as they say. I’ll pay you mate, I promise. You’re first on my list,” he said, putting a hand on his shoulder and giving it a brief squeeze. Grieg gave him a long, jaundiced look, then sighed and pointed a finger in Ellis’ face.
Might: “I’m sorry. I was scared,” he breathed, and they saw it for the truth, and just how much it had cost him to make that admission. To let the mask drop and admit he didn’t have all the answers. That he might have been wrong.
[repeating to myself in the mirror] it is fine to write serviceable workaday sentences. not all of them have to be the God-King of Sentences, beautiful in structure, deft in word choice, gilded in metaphor, etc. sometimes a guy has to get from one side of a room to the other.
If you want to write a dumb little story with a dumb little plot and ridiculously silly characters. No one's stopping you. Genuinely, no one should be allowed to stop you. Write that dumb story with your whole heart and don't hold back.
Ok so the thing about reading like books which are “predictable” is that I, a story enjoyer, go completely bonkers about it bc its like Enrichment in my Enclosure. A scene parallels another earlier scene between different characters thus serving to highlight the differences in their views and priorities???? A line makes me think “hmmm I bet that’s gonna be relevant later” ends up being relevant later????? I am a tiger chewing ice cubes out of a pumpkin. I’m so so happy. Please foreshadow more things. Throw the completely anticipateable plot beats at me like catnip mousies!!!!!