~Giggles~ I’m not sure how Clara would like pulling the jolly old fat man around. Although, he might need a body guard these days…
Tis the season! Why not grab a dark fantasy free book to unwind?
Thank you Adam Wing for this cover!
~Giggles~ I’m not sure how Clara would like pulling the jolly old fat man around. Although, he might need a body guard these days…
Tis the season! Why not grab a dark fantasy free book to unwind?
Thank you Adam Wing for this cover!
“Remote connection initiated… key exchange complete… command override accepted,” the voice said. “Drift now within parameters.”
— How 'fortunate' that I end up with a device that grants me clearance…
“Scan complete. Welcome back Commander Anna Coralia.“
— Back?#AmEditing pic.twitter.com/Lo5pIvjK2Q— Evelyn Chartres (@EvelynChartres) December 21, 2020
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Despite having a backup weapon, Anna was hyper focused on the magazine. She reached for it, but caught movement from the corner of her eye. Since her primary weapon was a glorified paperweight with ammo, she dropped it and grabbed the cash register with both hands.#AmEditing pic.twitter.com/dwzPqvMEpg
— Evelyn Chartres (@EvelynChartres) December 21, 2020
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Once clear that the commotion was not noticed, Anna let out a soft sigh. She needed to remain centred, and keep focused on the events unfolding beyond those doors. Losing her cool now would be like spilling blood in shark infested waters. At least I understand sharks.#AmEditing pic.twitter.com/JZGV80xlms
— Evelyn Chartres (@EvelynChartres) December 21, 2020
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With a heavy sigh, Anna approached until fear was visible in the ghouls eyes. She took aim, hesitated for a breath or two, but took the shot. A loud crack broke the calm, and made her ears ring. As it let out its final breath, she knew it was out of its misery.#AmEditing pic.twitter.com/8bu383M2uG
— Evelyn Chartres (@EvelynChartres) December 20, 2020
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Time mattered little under the sea, because the sun played no part in lighting the way. If not for the tides, many merfolk would live on, oblivious to the passage of time. Those who tracked tides used that information to keep their community and other villages in sync.#AmEditing pic.twitter.com/U04RwaFvL5
— Evelyn Chartres (@EvelynChartres) December 20, 2020
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She followed the lonely dusty trail that ran alongside the railway line, keeping an eye out for anything suspect. That was easier said than done, when constantly surrounded by the fog. Without company to keep her grounded, it was easy to imagine something hunting her.#AmEditing pic.twitter.com/C5G1j0JamL
— Evelyn Chartres (@EvelynChartres) December 20, 2020
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Disclaimer: This excerpt is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
Remembering her lessons, Anna popped out from behind the cover with both hands on the pistol. She lined up her sights, and paused. This target was not an oversized raft, she was about to engage a living, breathing… human? — Are they even a threat? Can I live with it?#AmEditing pic.twitter.com/zVtFBTWQfJ
— Evelyn Chartres (@EvelynChartres) December 19, 2020
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While it was good news that solid ground at hand, the feminine form that kept her at bay was worrisome. The interaction between this potential imaginary construct, and the environment unnerved her, violating all she knew about the fog. — It has a mind of its own.#AmEditing pic.twitter.com/aQX3bzgBci
— Evelyn Chartres (@EvelynChartres) December 19, 2020
Disclaimer: This excerpt is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.