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Now that would be something interesting 🤔 Depending on which dragon you're referring to, this might happen faster than you think
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For a moment, I stared puzzled at Finley kneeling before me. It reminded me of a humble knight before his king. Was he really so deeply impressed by me? Or was he making himself small because - as the largest predator on earth - he wanted to appear less dangerous? Either way, I shifted back, the magic stroking smooth and warm over my skin. Then I knelt down next to him and touched him gently on the arm. “Hey...” When he raised his eyes, there was actual awe in them. “A unicorn...” h
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In the main story we see (have seen so far) mostly the crushing-on-Alice-shy-Matthew. But rest assured, we'll meet the full-blown-asshole-Matthew soon enough. I would say a mix of genetical predisposition and constand noise/stress level in his life. I'm depicting a strong form of tinnitus and although my own one is much weaker and comes only periodically, trust me, I know what I'm talking about. I'm having this since early teenage years and got told, all those ear infections/inflammations when I was a (little) kids probably scarred the eardrum which is considered a cause for tinnitus. Furthermore, I know some people who severely suffer from this; a former colleague actually got hearing aids at only 42 for this.
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The whistling in his ears stopped so suddenly that he sighed with relief. "He's waking up," someone remarked critically. "It's about time. Matthew hit too hard." a second voice hummed. "Not hard enough," growled a third man. Instead of the ringing in his ears, he was now getting a headache, a sharp pain boring through his skull. The men's voices continued to talk, apparently about him, and he suppressed a groan as he raised his hand to his head. Or rather, he wanted to, becau
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Small update: Easter done, mom-visit done, first of two big parties at my home done (god, I hate social life). I started on the chapter and got already 1123 words down!
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😭 That remains to be seen...
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That's an interesting thought and makes me wonder to what extent Max had genuine interest in Chris at all. The problem for both is, attempts on flight are punished severely. Normal slaves have GPS collars so running away is a fruitless affair in 99% of the cases, but since they don't wear normal collars (more on that later on) their punishment is execution. Spoiler: I'm not killing my main character. Apart that: Chris doesn't know the world outside the steel mill, he doesn't even know where he's running towards. His life there was maybe not the most comfortable, but he knows it.
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Chris rubbed his eyes, behind which there was a dull throbbing. A chair scraped, a bowl was set on the table with a thud, a spoon clinked. "I'm worried about Max," Conrad said quietly. Chris raised his eyes. "Why?" Stirring in his breakfast porridge, Conrad replied: "Because he's still too rebellious." Chris frowned; it had been quite a while now since Max had last gotten himself a punishment. At least a punishment other than the regular overseer's dick up his ass, which was
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A sudden, shrill whistle snapped him out of his doze. Even before he had blinked twice, the whistle had become a bright buzz in his left ear, while his right ear was practically deaf. He was disoriented by the dim shadows around him, and he winced hard when he received two swift bumps in the ribs. Then his brain was awake. The shed. Max's warm breath brushed his cheek, probably whispering something to him, but he still heard nothing more than the buzzing. Instead, he recognized his sur
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The only world Chris knows is that of the hot dirty steel mill with its relentless pace and violent overseers. He is persuaded to escape, which unsurprisingly ends in disaster - and suddenly his world is a lonely farm, where he is met with contempt and distrust. The price he has to pay for running away is high... and what does he gain?
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I honestly admit I'm a pessimist, but I'm having this thought since a couple of chapters now. Everything is going too well. There is some minor (or major) disaster bound to happen soon. Exactly my thoughts.
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Saturday, March 1, 2025 (III)
Celian commented on Celian's story chapter in Saturday, March 1, 2025 (III)
Very true. He even has this "suspect at a rape case" on his hand and although he was innocent, the media has a tendency to dig old stuff up and rip him apart. Bertie fake-Durham and his "experiment kit" might have some answers, but for now seems difficult to get a hold of them. Well, only Mrs. Stevenson and Vee heard Kellen use the "boypussy" so there's that... minor spoiler alert: not in this part of the series. ❤️😢 -
“That's disgusting.” Josy stared at the whiteboard in Vee and Harry's office, the coffee mug in her hand trembling. “I just hope we don't regret our second breakfast right away,” Harry muttered, emptying his own coffee. Kellen had fetched a big breakfast for the whole team, coffee variations included. He wiped chocolate crumbs from his muffin from his mouth and when he noticed my gaze, he gave me a tiny grim smile. I felt more out of place than ever, but I was in this all the
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For sure he would play with pretty words to convince everyone. Whether he would get physical towards others to make a point- maybe. Depends on how clearly he understood Remy's loyalty to Harlaney House in total. "Most of the truth" is a big word, because the only one knowing the full truth is Remy himself, but he's not telling even us. (He will, though, slowly...) But you are right, Remy is still not "strong" enough to get away from his big brother, so Marc will have to intervene sooner or later. Read this still half asleep at first and had to giggle like a maniac
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Remy's calm life has turned into a storm and he won't come out of it unscathed...
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With an uneasy feeling in his stomach, Remy reached the others standing outside the door to the party room. "What happened?" A rather pale Flavius gestured inside, and Remy raised his brows in surprise. All six girls lay naked and more or less intertwined on the couches, none stirring. "Before you ask or freak out, they're alive," Anduin remarked dryly. "You should watch them!" Not much was missing and Remy would have snapped at Flavius. "I know," came the embarrassed reply.
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Always out with your questions
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It wasn't a particularly good neighborhood, but good neighborhoods were rare in an industrial town like Westshire. At least he knew the streets here, though admittedly more by daylight, and he passed the bar, which was to be the meeting place, regularly. He parked in front of a hardware store that had long since closed for the night, of course, but whose owner he knew quite well by now. He could almost feel the bank bills he had stuffed well-distributed into all the pockets of his clothes a
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The Moral Right or Wrong Weighs Heavy
Celian commented on Celian's story chapter in The Moral Right or Wrong Weighs Heavy
Setting the chapter already posted in "Another Time" as prologue it would be 6 chapters with the possibility to prolong... -
The Moral Right or Wrong Weighs Heavy
Celian commented on Celian's story chapter in The Moral Right or Wrong Weighs Heavy
Now that you mention it, I actually have to see whether it gets mentioned or not. (The story is fully written since a while; but I can actually simply add a sentence or two.) Chris Steel himself has a tiny spin-off-story but I'm still debating whether to post it or not because it's anything but nice... The idea to this society I got after a discussion with a friend about the flimsy reasonings for slavery. Because: just look at how much shit in this world gets justified with religion. So yeah, I based all this on their religion. And yes, I wanted the world to be very close to ours in all the other prospects. -
Dante was sitting in the kitchen, holding onto a teacup. Mistress Alice had told him to sit there, and he had stuck to that all day, except for two trips to the bathroom. The tea was long cold by now, and although Dante's stomach had seen except breakfast merely a cup of tea sometime hours ago, he could not bring himself to drink the tea or take anything to eat. He had killed. A human. Not out of evil intent - the Great Mother save him! - but still... Mikey came in and Dante
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Absolutely. Here's to hope! We hear more about it later on, but: the society as such is not that rigid as you say, it's more certain movements within the religion, like the one Marc grew up in. A bond of bloody hands, muhahahaha *cough* sorry. Even here: more on it later Don't worry about that. Remy and his feelings are unstable and somewhat unreliable, at least when it comes to Anduin. It will get worse before it gets better... Could help in a lot of cases, no...
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Unfortunately, Anduin will stay with us till the end. Well, 98%. Somewhat. I didn't do the proper math.
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The kitchen looked like a battlefield. If the many food containers hadn't spoken for themselves, the red sauce which somehow seemed to have splattered all over the room probably would have really worried Remy. "It's just the hot bell pepper sauce," Cain sighed, emerging from behind the kitchen island, a rag in his hand. "Don't ask me how it happened. I don't know and I don't plan to ask the girls about it." "And why not? The kitchen is usually your sanctuary..." Remy took a big step ac
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For Dante's health it's definitely safer to go after his mistress, wandering alone through empty fields, than stay with Matthew who has a workshop full of tools to defend himself. This will be discussed later on No, it won't Quite right. Carolyn already trusted him with the knowledge of the gun and must be pleased to see it paying off. He's making himself valuable and having a value is always good. We hear more about him, but whatever will happen to him, it will be ugly.
