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Sun-doze-prose. I like it.
Deceit,
Like a kitten,
Darts around your ankles,
Whispering softly.
After a bout of yarn,
Small toppings.
Scratches reveal
A second of bruised pride
But without behaviour in check,
Victim to a distasteful impression,
When one falls
Into the lions gaping jaws.
Like a kitten,
Darts around your ankles,
Whispering softly.
After a bout of yarn,
Small toppings.
Scratches reveal
A second of bruised pride
But without behaviour in check,
Victim to a distasteful impression,
When one falls
Into the lions gaping jaws.
Pretty intense, and very personal, from the way it reads.
So I've had another thought RE collab stuff, this time involving drawings. As a starter, here is a simple drawing of a meerkat...
My proposal? That someone adds their own character or idea to it, and then someone else, and someone else, and we see where it leads.
My proposal? That someone adds their own character or idea to it, and then someone else, and someone else, and we see where it leads.
What I will do is adapt the above pic (not any additions anyone else adds to it) for my own website.So I've had another thought RE collab stuff, this time involving drawings. As a starter, here is a simple drawing of a meerkat...
My proposal? That someone adds their own character or idea to it, and then someone else, and someone else, and we see where it leads.
Let's just say that everything I write has a touch of autobiographical flavor to it.
I wrote the lyrics to the mirror universe version of "Imagine" by John Lennon.
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
Only hell below us
Demons above us in the sky
Imagine all the people
Dying for today
Imagine there's no freedom
It's isn't hard to do
Needing to kill or die more
Dictators religions too
Imagine all the people
Living life for the beast
You may say, I'm a schemer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
As we plunder the world as one
Imagine all of those possessions
I wonder if you can
More need for greed and hunger
So much for the Brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Stealing all over the world
You may say, I'm a schemer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
As we plunder the world as one
Jason
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
Only hell below us
Demons above us in the sky
Imagine all the people
Dying for today
Imagine there's no freedom
It's isn't hard to do
Needing to kill or die more
Dictators religions too
Imagine all the people
Living life for the beast
You may say, I'm a schemer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
As we plunder the world as one
Imagine all of those possessions
I wonder if you can
More need for greed and hunger
So much for the Brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Stealing all over the world
You may say, I'm a schemer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
As we plunder the world as one
Jason
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On the subject of creative writing, this is my original sci-fi tale I'm writing - https://meerkatmusings.co.uk/the-warlord/
Camp NaNoWriMo is over for another month (next event is in July).
My goal: 15,000 words in 30 days.
Achieved: 15,000+ words in 25 days. I kept writing until the end of the month, and the final count is 20,119 words in 30 days.
The story: As with all of my NaNo projects, this is first-draft and needs a lot of editing. At least part of this batch of material belongs somewhere else in the story, but I wrote it now because it wanted to be written.
My goal: 15,000 words in 30 days.
Achieved: 15,000+ words in 25 days. I kept writing until the end of the month, and the final count is 20,119 words in 30 days.
The story: As with all of my NaNo projects, this is first-draft and needs a lot of editing. At least part of this batch of material belongs somewhere else in the story, but I wrote it now because it wanted to be written.
I hope we get to see your story, when you're happy with it of course!
Thanks!
It started as a plan to novelize a computer game I really like. But then I realized that I wanted to know more about certain characters, and explore What Happened Before and What Happened Next. And of course the game didn't follow all the characters at the same time, so I wanted to know "what happened off-camera."
This led to a much longer project than could be done in one single November. So it began in November 2018 and has been continuing ever since. There hasn't been a day since then that I haven't added or edited something in this story (and have come up with a couple of possible alternate versions). It's just that three times each year, I have the task of writing a lot more each day. And when you have a story that holds you as this one does for me, it's easier to find the discipline to turn out 500 words/day in the Camp events or at least 1700 words/day in November.
That said, November 2018 was difficult since I started this project a week late. The original plan was a different story, but writer's block set in and I wasn't getting my daily minimum. I switched projects, and this very long story is the result. I had a lot of words to make up... and wound up doing over 8500 on the very last day of the competition (something I don't recommend, as it's physically painful for the fingers and hands and mentally draining as well).
It will be posted some day, but that won't be soon. I keep getting ideas...
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Thanks!
It started as a plan to novelize a computer game I really like. But then I realized that I wanted to know more about certain characters, and explore What Happened Before and What Happened Next. And of course the game didn't follow all the characters at the same time, so I wanted to know "what happened off-camera."
This led to a much longer project than could be done in one single November. So it began in November 2018 and has been continuing ever since. There hasn't been a day since then that I haven't added or edited something in this story (and have come up with a couple of possible alternate versions). It's just that three times each year, I have the task of writing a lot more each day. And when you have a story that holds you as this one does for me, it's easier to find the discipline to turn out 500 words/day in the Camp events or at least 1700 words/day in November.
That said, November 2018 was difficult since I started this project a week late. The original plan was a different story, but writer's block set in and I wasn't getting my daily minimum. I switched projects, and this very long story is the result. I had a lot of words to make up... and wound up doing over 8500 on the very last day of the competition (something I don't recommend, as it's physically painful for the fingers and hands and mentally draining as well).
It will be posted some day, but that won't be soon. I keep getting ideas...
I commend you for sticking with it, and I like your approach - I tried NaNoWriMo once, and I just couldn't keep the creative juices flowing at that rate. I burned myself out.
I'm not gonna ask for any sneak peaks or spoilers, but I'd like to know one thing - what's the current word count for your story, as it stands right now?
This is why I recommend Camp NaNoWriMo. They run in April and July, and are much easier than in November.
The Camp events allow you to choose your own word-count goal. I started out with a modest 10,000 words and made that (this was several years ago), and have settled in now to a comfortable 15,000. That's 500 words/day, which I can do in less than an hour. Actually, it's doable in 30-45 minutes if I hustle. Of course some people just stick with a goal of 50,000 words anyway, and many do achieve this.
But on the other end, someone on another forum (where we have a subforum dedicated to writing, art, webcomics, etc.) started out with a very modest goal of 5000 words (just 167 words/day). I don't know if she finished.
That 50,000-word goal looks intimidating when you're starting out. It took me 9 years of trying this before I finally managed a win (in 2016). I was unable to compete in 2017 (computer problems), but from 2018 on, I've done all the Camp events, the November events, and made my word count goal every time. It's been difficult at times ('brain-fried' doesn't begin to describe how I felt on December 1, 2018), but I promptly decided to set another goal - more modest one, designed to not allow myself to slack off between events. That goal was spread over 2 months, though, and the reason for it was so I wouldn't lose the momentum I'd built up.
The original goal of the creator of NaNoWriMo was to encourage people to develop the habit of writing every day, not just one month of the year. In my case, it worked. I've written every day since November 1, 2018, even if it's just a sentence scribbled on the back of an envelope when a line of dialogue pops into my head (gotta get it written down somewhere before I lose it, as those are usually good bits of dialogue).
I don't know offhand, as it's spread out over numerous computer files on two different laptops (I really need to rescue the material from my other laptop and put it all in a safe place). Some of it only exists in handwritten form.
But offhand I'd have to say at least 200,000 - 250,000 words at a conservative guesstimate. The NaNoWriMo site itself credits me with close to 300,000 words, but some of that was for other projects, and they're not including what I wrote under a different account (my 2016 win was a 60,000-word novelization of the Fighting Fantasy gamebook Caverns of the Snow Witch).
I think you have done absolutely brilliantly to write so much, and I am at this point somewhat envious! I've only recently exceeded 50,000 words on a sci-fi story of mine, and that's taken me the best part of six months - I dare say that the lockdown has given me more opportunity to focus on it!
In any case, good luck with it! It sounds like a labour of love, as most things creative are!
https://totallythebomb.com/the-miam...new-baby-meerkats-and-it-is-cuteness-overload
this reminded me of you @DarthTimon .. and the pictures you make so .. I thought to put the image of the baby meerkat here. it would be photo realism but an all too cute photo too.-=-
this reminded me of you @DarthTimon .. and the pictures you make so .. I thought to put the image of the baby meerkat here. it would be photo realism but an all too cute photo too.-=-
That is one of the most adorable things I have ever seen!
In late December, just before Christmas, after reading a short story and re-reading a favourite comic that both featured anthropomorphic pets, I decided, mostly on a whim, to try playing with that concept myself. Fast-forward to now, and I'm on my thirteenth connected short story, and have topped 50,000 words. Fair to say it agreed with me!
This is the fifth in the series, a whimsical little encounter between lead character Cinnamon, ginger tabby AnthroPet, and a wild Furry. Enclosed in spoiler tags for your convenience.
Thoughts appreciated, and those interested in the rest of the series should check out my AO3 account, though be aware you'll encounter nudity, mature themes, and the odd scene of sexual intimacy.
This is the fifth in the series, a whimsical little encounter between lead character Cinnamon, ginger tabby AnthroPet, and a wild Furry. Enclosed in spoiler tags for your convenience.
Cinnamon perched on the bench, pulling her scarf tighter around her neck and bundling her lead in her lap, and watching in open frustration as Ian entered a shop without her. Huffing, her ears low, she looked up the long pedestrianised street, then down to where it converged with a trio of others in a large, roughly hexagonal space, and froze.
A giant mouse had stepped into view. It walked upright on sturdily digitigrade legs with broad feet, was easily as tall as Ian, if not a little taller, and had plush fur in three distinct shades of blue, a long, curling, white-tipped tail, a big, round, shiny blue nose, huge, oddly motionless eyes and ears like radar dishes.
The cat's first reaction was to shy away, ears flattening, even shifting further along the bench, but then she realised no-one else was scared of them. Most people ignored the mouse, or just stared at it amused, while a few, mostly children, actually interacted with it, hugging it and patting it. There was also, she noticed, something a little forlorn about it, mostly in the way it seemed to be looking for something.
Then it saw her, freezing much like she had, before its paws went to its mouth and it did a giddy little dance on the spot. It started towards her, a comically waddling gait, paws outstretched, and she felt an urge to bolt into the store after Ian, AnthroPet ban be damned. When it got close enough, though, it finally dawned on her it was a suit, a costume, which meant there was a human inside. This was both relieving and a little confounding. Why, she wondered, would you want to dress up as a giant blue mouse and wander around in public?
Cin still felt a little trepidation as it reached the bench, but it made no attempt to touch her, just stood with its paws on its muzzle again. She spotted a pack on its back.
Then it spoke, in a brightly feminine American accent. “I don't believe it! An actual, real AnthroPet! I-I never thought I'd ever get to see one myself. Oh, you're so beautiful!”
Cin blushed, feeling incredibly awkward. “And I never thought I'd be gushed over by someone dressed as a giant blue mouse. Weird kinda day, all round.”
The mouse giggled. “Oh, sorry! Getting carried away.” She sat down beside the cat, tail curled up in her lap. “Never heard of furries?”
Cin shook her head.
“Well, a furry is a fan of anthropomorphic animals, ones that walk and talk and the like. We write about them, draw about them, role-play as them and even,” she gave a chuckle, spreading her arms, “dress up as them, in fursuits. Knowing that, I hope you can understand why it's so exciting to come across a, well, a real furry like you.”
Cin laughed softly, increasingly charmed by the mouse, in spite of a lingering bemusement. “Fair enough. Why suit up in public, though?”
“Because it's fun; you get great reactions.” Her head sagged. “At least, it's fun when your handler doesn't ditch you.”
“Handler?”
“Someone who looks after you. Not great visibility in here, and it can be pretty awkward to move. Also, there's always that one kid that just loves to yank your tail...”
Cin grimaced, almost hissing. “Yeah, I hate that. They're not bloody bell-pulls.”
“Ooh, yes.” Sympathy filled the mouse's voice. “Must be much worse for you. I can get mine stitched back on, but...”
“Hard to do that with mine.” A little impulsively, the cat stuck out her hand. “I'm Cinnamon. Cin or Cinna to my friends.”
“Call me Lapis, as in the stone.” The mouse's paw engulfed the cat's hand, lightly squeezing and shaking it. “Pleased to meet ya!” She tilted her head. “Mind if I ask where your owner is?”
“In there.” Cin nodded toward the relevant shop. “They don't let pets in, so I'm stuck here 'til he's done, which'll likely be a while.”
“Ah.” Lapis fiddled her paws. “What if I were to keep you company?”
The cat smiled. “I think I'd like that. We can look out for each other.”
The mouse nodded, ears waggling. “Maybe Eric will come back.”
“Do they make a habit of ditching you?”
“This is the...” Lapis paused. “Third time. I honestly don't know why I keep asking them.”
“Any other choices?”
“There's Jan, but...they're always so busy, and, well...they don't know I'm a furry, and...and I'm scared they won't take it well...”
Cin was sympathetic. “They might think it's silly? Childish?”
“Or worse: perverted.” Lapis shuddered faintly. “People have all kinds of funny ideas about furries.”
“And what makes you think they will?”
“Because it'd be just my awful luck.”
“Are they a good friend?”
“Wonderful, which is why...why I don't want to risk losing them.”
Cin patted their paw. “If they really are wonderful, you won't.” Feline ears perked, and she looked round to see a little boy staring at them in great excitement. “I think we're about to have company.”
“Where?”
The cat pointed. The mouse waved cheerfully at the boy, who giggled and waved back. With encouragement from his father, he trotted over and reached for Lapis. She hugged him gently, chittering amiably and twitching her head in a manner very reminiscent of another mouse Cin knew, and posed with him for a photo taken by the father.
Then he moved to Cin, treating her with just as much enthusiasm, his eyes shining. Following the mouse's lead the cat lightly embraced the boy, mewed cheerfully, nudged his forehead with her nose which got a flurry of giggling, and posed for another photo. The father and the boy thanked both of them before leaving, the latter chattering excitedly.
Cin watched on, laughing. “I'm starting to see the appeal! Maybe he thought I was a suiter, too?”
“Or maybe he just thought you're cute.” Lapis brushed the cat's nose with a big, soft paw. “You want to walk around a bit?”
Cinna glanced at the shop, then nodded. “Ian won't mind. You'll have to hold my lead, though.”
“Hee! There's an image. A mouse walking a cat.”
They stood together, Lapis taking Cin's lead in paw, then strolled along the street, heading for the hexagon. Quite a number of people reacted to the incongruous pair, to the point a crowd started to gather around them, smiling, laughing and taking pictures. For the most part Cin was able to manage them easily, only needing to hiss warningly at one or two who thought creeping up behind Lapis was a good idea.
A wannabe tail-yanker was warned away with particular vigour, and a grabby girl who tried to pry the mouse's nose off was shepherded back to her mother and told to kindly keep away. Another girl, a little scrap of wide, wondrous eyes and delicate hands, stole both their hearts, to the point they took turns giving her piggy-back rides.
After about twenty minutes Cin noticed Lapis was starting to flag, and suggested they return to the bench. Once sitting there the mouse took off her pack, pulling from it a bottle of water with a sports cap, shoving that into her muzzle and taking several deep draughts. Then she gave one of the longest sighs Cin had ever heard.
“Suiting's hot work. But fun.”
The cat nodded happily. “That was great!”
“Think your owner will let you do it again?”
“We can but ask. He should be back any minute.” Cinna looked to the shop, but saw no sign of Ian. She did, however, see a tall, blonde man staring at them in a mixture of confusion, disbelief and something else she couldn't identify. She called out to them. “Can we help?”
They stepped closer. Lapis noticed, and started breathing erratically, her paws wringing.
“Leslie?” the man asked, in a soft Teutonic accent. “Is that you?”
The mouse didn't reply, looking down.
The man very gently lifted her head, and peered into her muzzle. “It is you! Of all the things...”
“J-Jan,” Lapis stuttered. “I...”
“You're a fur too?! And you have a suit?” He was elated. “And you're Lapis?! How did I not know this? I've got photos of you!”
“Wait, what?” The mouse was utterly stupefied. “You mean you...?”
Cinna dissolved in laughter. “Oh, my claws and tail! All along!”
Lapis was suddenly laughing too, and hugging Jan tight. “Oh, my God, you're a furry, too. To think I...”
“Even if I wasn't, if I can accept you as trans, I can certainly accept you as a furry.” Jan stroked her cheek.
The cat's head cocked. “Trans?”
“Just starting.” Lapis leaned in, pulling her muzzle open so Cin could see a bespectacled, boyish but feminine face inside. “One other thing about furries: we don't follow the rules.”
Cin giggled, and kissed the mouse's nose. “I hope it goes well.”
“It will if I have anything to say about it,” Jan averred. He offered his arm to Lapis. “If you'll permit, I'll be your escort from now on.”
The mouse stood and accepted the offer. “I'd be delighted. Thank you so much for looking after me, Cin.”
“It was a pleasure,” the cat assured her. “Hope I see you again.”
Jan jotted something down on a piece of paper and handed it to her with a smile. “Our emails. Keep in touch.”
“Happily!” Cin clasped it tight.
She watched as the giant blue mouse and the blonde man walked off arm-in-arm, shaking her head lightly.
Ian appeared by her side, following her gaze. “Friends of yours?”
“Seems so.”
He ruffled her ears. “What is it with you and mice, lately?”
Cinna smiled like she ought to have been living in Wonderland. “Just lucky, I guess.”
A giant mouse had stepped into view. It walked upright on sturdily digitigrade legs with broad feet, was easily as tall as Ian, if not a little taller, and had plush fur in three distinct shades of blue, a long, curling, white-tipped tail, a big, round, shiny blue nose, huge, oddly motionless eyes and ears like radar dishes.
The cat's first reaction was to shy away, ears flattening, even shifting further along the bench, but then she realised no-one else was scared of them. Most people ignored the mouse, or just stared at it amused, while a few, mostly children, actually interacted with it, hugging it and patting it. There was also, she noticed, something a little forlorn about it, mostly in the way it seemed to be looking for something.
Then it saw her, freezing much like she had, before its paws went to its mouth and it did a giddy little dance on the spot. It started towards her, a comically waddling gait, paws outstretched, and she felt an urge to bolt into the store after Ian, AnthroPet ban be damned. When it got close enough, though, it finally dawned on her it was a suit, a costume, which meant there was a human inside. This was both relieving and a little confounding. Why, she wondered, would you want to dress up as a giant blue mouse and wander around in public?
Cin still felt a little trepidation as it reached the bench, but it made no attempt to touch her, just stood with its paws on its muzzle again. She spotted a pack on its back.
Then it spoke, in a brightly feminine American accent. “I don't believe it! An actual, real AnthroPet! I-I never thought I'd ever get to see one myself. Oh, you're so beautiful!”
Cin blushed, feeling incredibly awkward. “And I never thought I'd be gushed over by someone dressed as a giant blue mouse. Weird kinda day, all round.”
The mouse giggled. “Oh, sorry! Getting carried away.” She sat down beside the cat, tail curled up in her lap. “Never heard of furries?”
Cin shook her head.
“Well, a furry is a fan of anthropomorphic animals, ones that walk and talk and the like. We write about them, draw about them, role-play as them and even,” she gave a chuckle, spreading her arms, “dress up as them, in fursuits. Knowing that, I hope you can understand why it's so exciting to come across a, well, a real furry like you.”
Cin laughed softly, increasingly charmed by the mouse, in spite of a lingering bemusement. “Fair enough. Why suit up in public, though?”
“Because it's fun; you get great reactions.” Her head sagged. “At least, it's fun when your handler doesn't ditch you.”
“Handler?”
“Someone who looks after you. Not great visibility in here, and it can be pretty awkward to move. Also, there's always that one kid that just loves to yank your tail...”
Cin grimaced, almost hissing. “Yeah, I hate that. They're not bloody bell-pulls.”
“Ooh, yes.” Sympathy filled the mouse's voice. “Must be much worse for you. I can get mine stitched back on, but...”
“Hard to do that with mine.” A little impulsively, the cat stuck out her hand. “I'm Cinnamon. Cin or Cinna to my friends.”
“Call me Lapis, as in the stone.” The mouse's paw engulfed the cat's hand, lightly squeezing and shaking it. “Pleased to meet ya!” She tilted her head. “Mind if I ask where your owner is?”
“In there.” Cin nodded toward the relevant shop. “They don't let pets in, so I'm stuck here 'til he's done, which'll likely be a while.”
“Ah.” Lapis fiddled her paws. “What if I were to keep you company?”
The cat smiled. “I think I'd like that. We can look out for each other.”
The mouse nodded, ears waggling. “Maybe Eric will come back.”
“Do they make a habit of ditching you?”
“This is the...” Lapis paused. “Third time. I honestly don't know why I keep asking them.”
“Any other choices?”
“There's Jan, but...they're always so busy, and, well...they don't know I'm a furry, and...and I'm scared they won't take it well...”
Cin was sympathetic. “They might think it's silly? Childish?”
“Or worse: perverted.” Lapis shuddered faintly. “People have all kinds of funny ideas about furries.”
“And what makes you think they will?”
“Because it'd be just my awful luck.”
“Are they a good friend?”
“Wonderful, which is why...why I don't want to risk losing them.”
Cin patted their paw. “If they really are wonderful, you won't.” Feline ears perked, and she looked round to see a little boy staring at them in great excitement. “I think we're about to have company.”
“Where?”
The cat pointed. The mouse waved cheerfully at the boy, who giggled and waved back. With encouragement from his father, he trotted over and reached for Lapis. She hugged him gently, chittering amiably and twitching her head in a manner very reminiscent of another mouse Cin knew, and posed with him for a photo taken by the father.
Then he moved to Cin, treating her with just as much enthusiasm, his eyes shining. Following the mouse's lead the cat lightly embraced the boy, mewed cheerfully, nudged his forehead with her nose which got a flurry of giggling, and posed for another photo. The father and the boy thanked both of them before leaving, the latter chattering excitedly.
Cin watched on, laughing. “I'm starting to see the appeal! Maybe he thought I was a suiter, too?”
“Or maybe he just thought you're cute.” Lapis brushed the cat's nose with a big, soft paw. “You want to walk around a bit?”
Cinna glanced at the shop, then nodded. “Ian won't mind. You'll have to hold my lead, though.”
“Hee! There's an image. A mouse walking a cat.”
They stood together, Lapis taking Cin's lead in paw, then strolled along the street, heading for the hexagon. Quite a number of people reacted to the incongruous pair, to the point a crowd started to gather around them, smiling, laughing and taking pictures. For the most part Cin was able to manage them easily, only needing to hiss warningly at one or two who thought creeping up behind Lapis was a good idea.
A wannabe tail-yanker was warned away with particular vigour, and a grabby girl who tried to pry the mouse's nose off was shepherded back to her mother and told to kindly keep away. Another girl, a little scrap of wide, wondrous eyes and delicate hands, stole both their hearts, to the point they took turns giving her piggy-back rides.
After about twenty minutes Cin noticed Lapis was starting to flag, and suggested they return to the bench. Once sitting there the mouse took off her pack, pulling from it a bottle of water with a sports cap, shoving that into her muzzle and taking several deep draughts. Then she gave one of the longest sighs Cin had ever heard.
“Suiting's hot work. But fun.”
The cat nodded happily. “That was great!”
“Think your owner will let you do it again?”
“We can but ask. He should be back any minute.” Cinna looked to the shop, but saw no sign of Ian. She did, however, see a tall, blonde man staring at them in a mixture of confusion, disbelief and something else she couldn't identify. She called out to them. “Can we help?”
They stepped closer. Lapis noticed, and started breathing erratically, her paws wringing.
“Leslie?” the man asked, in a soft Teutonic accent. “Is that you?”
The mouse didn't reply, looking down.
The man very gently lifted her head, and peered into her muzzle. “It is you! Of all the things...”
“J-Jan,” Lapis stuttered. “I...”
“You're a fur too?! And you have a suit?” He was elated. “And you're Lapis?! How did I not know this? I've got photos of you!”
“Wait, what?” The mouse was utterly stupefied. “You mean you...?”
Cinna dissolved in laughter. “Oh, my claws and tail! All along!”
Lapis was suddenly laughing too, and hugging Jan tight. “Oh, my God, you're a furry, too. To think I...”
“Even if I wasn't, if I can accept you as trans, I can certainly accept you as a furry.” Jan stroked her cheek.
The cat's head cocked. “Trans?”
“Just starting.” Lapis leaned in, pulling her muzzle open so Cin could see a bespectacled, boyish but feminine face inside. “One other thing about furries: we don't follow the rules.”
Cin giggled, and kissed the mouse's nose. “I hope it goes well.”
“It will if I have anything to say about it,” Jan averred. He offered his arm to Lapis. “If you'll permit, I'll be your escort from now on.”
The mouse stood and accepted the offer. “I'd be delighted. Thank you so much for looking after me, Cin.”
“It was a pleasure,” the cat assured her. “Hope I see you again.”
Jan jotted something down on a piece of paper and handed it to her with a smile. “Our emails. Keep in touch.”
“Happily!” Cin clasped it tight.
She watched as the giant blue mouse and the blonde man walked off arm-in-arm, shaking her head lightly.
Ian appeared by her side, following her gaze. “Friends of yours?”
“Seems so.”
He ruffled her ears. “What is it with you and mice, lately?”
Cinna smiled like she ought to have been living in Wonderland. “Just lucky, I guess.”
Thoughts appreciated, and those interested in the rest of the series should check out my AO3 account, though be aware you'll encounter nudity, mature themes, and the odd scene of sexual intimacy.
Having checked out the preview, so to speak, I am intrigued to check out the rest and will aim to do so when I get the chance! I have a handful of stories on the same site, one of which is finished (The Greatest Ludus, which is filled with sex, violence and swears). The one I'm most proud of is The Warlord, which I'm keeping at what I'd describe as PG-13, and it's comfortably my most wordy work. https://archiveofourown.org/users/darthtimon/works
I am a tree that grows far beyond the sun.
I am a cloud that will never rain.
I am a shoe that knows no foot.
I am a person that can be anything.
I am a question that has no answer.
I am a truth without reason.
I am a theory that has no proof.
I am a bleeding heart that will never die.
I am a reality that that doesn't exist.
I am a smile that is on everyone.
I am a human race going nowhere.
I am a random perfection that never occurs.
I am a life without a meaning to it.
I am certain about what I am.
I am not what I am. I am me.
I am a cloud that will never rain.
I am a shoe that knows no foot.
I am a person that can be anything.
I am a question that has no answer.
I am a truth without reason.
I am a theory that has no proof.
I am a bleeding heart that will never die.
I am a reality that that doesn't exist.
I am a smile that is on everyone.
I am a human race going nowhere.
I am a random perfection that never occurs.
I am a life without a meaning to it.
I am certain about what I am.
I am not what I am. I am me.
