Arykka looked up as she heard the faint ssht sounds of the brig’s outer doors opening and closing. The murmurs grew louder, but were sharper then she was used to. Darker. As soon as they had started preventing her from sleeping, she’d expected something like this. She was not a Weaver, she didn’t know how the Fleet’s intelligence corps extracted information from their prisoners, nor had she had never cared to find out. Her job was to slay, not talk. She suspected that the most recent visitors combined the traits. She faced the new arrivals, drawing herself up proudly and bared her teeth in a feral grin.
Weekly Drabble: ‘Meadow Song’
This week's drabble is a folk song inspired by Framing Device's prompt of 'in those misty meadows'. Enjoy!
Children of Heaven: Choir of Silence, Chapter 10
"Taking the moral high ground is a luxury we don’t have, Hawthorne. This isn’t about ideology like it was with the Resurgency, it’s not about territory and self-determination like it was with the League. This war is one of survival, sir. We just have to be the ones standing when the dust settles. No matter what the Inner Worlds might delude themselves into thinking or saying, there’s only way to coexist with butchers like these. And if – if! – some sort of settlement is reached, do you think that the Lefu are going to complain about the treatment of one pilot, when they’ve slaughtered millions?”
Weekly Drabble: ‘Forward’ and Prompt Thread.
With this week's prompts of 'guts, glory and bits of spine' from Xpholia and 'forwards ever, backwards never' from Lincoln Neal, this week's short story is about the trope of five young men and women being chosen to pilot great and terrible war machines to protect the light of civilization. Let's see how it goes.
Children of Heaven: Choir of Silence, Chapter 9
“We’re almost there,” Hiro said between clenched teeth, his knuckles white on the armrests as his ship and crew died around him. The Hydra hadn’t blown him out of the sky. That was, he supposed, a good thing. But their careful bursts meant that they weren’t trying to kill him; they were trying to take him. If they’d gone to heavier or rapid fire, there’d be nothing left of his command but free-floating atoms. Their arrogance was going to cost them. He was going to make sure of- “Target hit!” the exultant cry came from one of the gunnery stations. “By God, target hit! She’s venting air!”
The Last Angel: The Hungry Stars, Chapter 21
As my patrons have voted for, here is the month’s final major update: a new chapter for The Last Angel: The Hungry Stars (or as some like to call it, the ‘hangry’ stars). In this chapter, we check in with the Principality and their plans for the Compact. Hint: they need the reprieve, but don’t… Continue reading The Last Angel: The Hungry Stars, Chapter 21
Weekly Drabble “Pets” and Drabble Prompt Thread.
This week's prompt is 'i wonder if this make for good pets' by Ranged and with it, we get a short story set in the Angelverse, about well, pets. Of a sort, at least. As well, there's a new drabble prompt thread open to my patrons. Enjoy!
Weekly Drabble: ‘Dust – Command and Control’ and new prompt thread
This week's drabble prompt comes from stratomunchkin with 'a compassionate enemy' and gives us a return to the Dust setting. As the Conglomerate and Alliance captains have their own talk, the imprisoned Alliance soldiers are treated to a bit of a chat from their guards. Or, at least, the clear outsider in the group is...… Continue reading Weekly Drabble: ‘Dust – Command and Control’ and new prompt thread
The Last Angel: Ozymandias, Chapter 5
With the votes from my patrons tallied, the month’s second update of my various works is here: a new chapter of Ozymandias. In this chapter, Harper is struggling to recover from the bombshell Adrianna just dropped on her. It’s not an easy thing to discover you’re more closely connected to the galaxy’s most infamous terrorist… Continue reading The Last Angel: Ozymandias, Chapter 5
Weekly Drabble: ‘Down’ and Drabble Prompt Thread.
This week's short story prompt comes from Pethrai D'Arkos with 'a descent, one final time', returning us to the setting of Jason Clarke, hopeful archaeologist and his discovery of an ancient, impossible city and its immortal guardian. As well, there's a new prompt thread up for my patrons; enjoy!
Proximal Flame's Fiction 