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Mikkel

Let them think you had been completely open. Don’t let anyone see inside your head.

Anyone.

Your too far gone for that.

Mikkel smiled back, “Every fault is our fault. We broke this world.”

He turned to one of the windows, hiding the ghosts in his face.

“And it breaks us.”

Yoshua? And Richard.

And the fourteen…[Read more]

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YES! This is Mikkel’s sister, (and the only one on the planet allowed to call him Mike).

I know!!!  I was writing that and was like ‘WHY DO I DO THIS TO ME?!’

So, I know I haven’t talked much about this dear, but that’s mostly because she’s a side character.

This scene may in all probability never make it to the final document, but seriously y’all, it makes me want to cry (especially as I know what’s going on with Mikkel right now).

(She is not praying to her dad. That’s is what she calls God, as she…[Read more]

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Thank you! I do too, although like I said, I didn’t originally think of Winifrith as having flame red and midnight black, it really does fit. Her biggest theme is faithfulness in trial.

I can’t say that I recognize many of the songs on your list, but judging from the titles, they fit PERFECTLY! (I do recognize some of the…[Read more]

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Hello! I have returned! (After lurking about here silently enjoying everyone’s spoilers) I love them all, especially November and Corvina’s.

Now I mean to tell mine own.

*Deep breath*

OKAY Y’ALL, I HAVE TO TELL THIS!!

VIKTOR AND THE SIBLINGS HAVE A FIRST COUSIN!!! For now he will…[Read more]

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Mikkel

Ezra had plenty of wounds too. He had known it, somehow, but surely it wasn’t right to dump one’s problems onto someone already grieving.

Mikkel sighed and stood up, his left leg stiff from sitting too long. “I don’t think a way out will be available at…” He checked his watch again. “Two thirty-eight at night. Not if…[Read more]

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Mikkel

Mikkel leaned back against the wall behind him. Why would someone willingly listen to the garbled wounds of a soldier, then ask for more? How long had he been talking?

What’s the time?

Mikkel dug his pocket watch out, before declaring, “Two thirty-five. Lovely time to be up at, don’t you think?” He closed the silver…[Read more]

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One of my old WIPs was about some Irish and Jewish families during the civil war. It was set in the Piney Woods of East Texas, where I’ve grown up. It was waayyy too complicated for my writing experience at the time, but I may pick it back up someday.

But probably not.

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That’s fine! It actually flows quite a bit smoother now. =)

Mikkel

“Anything else?” Mikkel’s head came up, memories swelling around him. His voice heavy. “There’s always everything else. There are no young men in the kingdom.”

If it would just stop…

“Better are the dead who have sorrow no more, I suppose.” He turned enough…[Read more]

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Oops, I left off the next part. Do you want me to stick it in? If you’ve started one don’t worry about it, I’ll work it in.

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“I suppose.” Mikkel slid down the wall, where he could rest his head on his knees.

“My father died in the first generation of this war. My mother was poisoned at a munitions plant. I have a sister.” Mikkel smiled faintly, “she never knew our father, or peace. I didn’t want to go, but when one generation is killed, the next must…[Read more]

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A beautiful castle hall, decorated much like his home manor before the war. Mikkel stood near a raised dias, vague memories of his father, strong and laughing, carrying a protesting Mam to dinner. Of Mam herself, queen of her table, always a smile in her eyes.

Then the poster, asking for men.

Mikkel sighed, and leaned against…[Read more]

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Yippee! Now for the explosive confession!! XD

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I’m figuring out how to make him talk, I just don’t think he would as long as they’re on that stairwell. So get them out, and ask him again, if you like. 😉

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Mikkel

“We care about you, you know.”

“Thanks.” Mikkel slipped off his helmet, running fingers through greying hair. He absently wondered if it showed in the dim light. “I just… it’s nothing.” He shoved the memories back down, clamping one hand over his left hip.

Lier. “Nothing much.”

Still lier. 

He took a few more steps…[Read more]

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Mikkel

The lights flashed again, but this time he couldn’t hear the screams.

“I’m fine.” His voice snapped, the strained edges mocking him.

Eva’s step faltered, and the Lieutenant’s stopped completely.

Mikkel wanted to lie, to say it was just migraines, but they’d know better. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, and wiped the dampness…[Read more]

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Exactly! That’s one huge reason I write so young. It’s awful, and I hate it.

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Whatever Eva had just done rumpled Ezra even as it smoothed him. Interesting.

He smiled, but this time it didn’t reach his eyes. Wonderful times are gone. “As you say, sir.”

Fiddles, he’d said it.

Mikkel clicked the safety on his firearm. No brains in going around with a hot weapon.

The stair was dark, much like the lower…[Read more]

@keilah-h @e-m-trepke @power

So… I have two other characters that I’d like to add because they could really use some character development, but I didn’t know if that would be too much…

I could take out my character I have now (Everett) and replace him with another. Or I could add both… I didn’t know what ya’ll thought. I just didn’t want…[Read more]