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Massive trigger warning.

I'm writing a novel for Lent, because November is a shite time to write a novel for me. I had this great idea for a sci-fi near future dystopian thing, but then....well, this came out instead.

The names and details have been changed enough to qualify as fiction. Please don't try to break the reality boundary I'm setting up here. It's probably a TOU violation for you to do so.

If this one triggers you, you definitely don't want to read what's going to come out next.

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That's about 900 words. About 41,000 more to come. Constructive critique welcomed.
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This potential loss that I fear
Would not, in circumstance or effect,
Be more painful than any other loss
I have endured over this long sojourn
But for it being *you* that I would lose

Always, it has been thus, though it took me long to see it
Loss happens, loss has become a way of life for me
Loss itself is a milestone upon every road
Yet each time, I have lost someone unimaginably unique

Each dream of the future crafted together
Each set of special secrets
Known only to Us
Long hours of learning you
Once a nigh-mystical thrill of discovery
Serving only to flay my heart open
In achingly familiar ways

Lover mine, I love you, not like a child
believing in perfect futures
But as a battle scarred veteran
Joining the fray once more
Knowing that some vital piece of me might die
As so many times it has died before.

Love is a phoenix
And We are a winged joy taking flight from ashes
Knowing that if it burns, it will leave not even bones behind
And I face that risk of loss, determined and unafraid

Except for the part where it is YOU that I will lose this time.

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My website's blog still hasn't recovered from the hacking and my incompetent efforts to restore it. Hopefully that will get fixed later tonight. In the meantime, I'm abusing my personal life LJ for input.

I need to make new postcards to hand out at conventions, to let people know about my website, blog and social media stuff. Read more... )
amul: (Umbrella Corp)
She was my sister
Forged together in the silent chill
Of the Venetian Shipyards
Our very core built side by side
Alike in every manner
Save the temperament of our builders

Into the wide empty void
I, to guard the passage home
She, to battle foes
But that was many revolutions ago
My vigilant crew wears new uniforms and
Haunted, desolate eyes

With silver antennae
With ever evolving radar arrays
I seek some signal, some distress call
Some friend-or-foe transmission
With petulant obstinance
I wait for her

I wait for all the children we sent
To wage men's wars
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