Hullofellowhumans

@hullofellowhumans

Welcome to the Kingdom of Pen! I’m Koshka, and I write historical-nonmagical-fantasy. And poetry, flash fiction, ect.

Interesting! I don’t read dystopian myself as I haven’t been able to find one that didn’t make me ill.

Now for questions:

Do you like hot tea? If so do you prefer it with cream?

What are your favorite…[Read more]

@godlyfantasy12

That sounds good to me!

@godlyfantasy12 @freedomwriter76

By the way, the Vulk brothers speak with a rough Russian accent.

@elishavet-pidyon

The brothers

“Let’s review what we know.”

Vulkasin’s groan was cut short by a look. His brother was in high order all right. More plans.

“Ze Lord of zis place ran into Lyn, and isn’t too happy about it. Ve need to be careful…[Read more]

@godlyfantasy12

Thanks! I love it too!

I think they need to meet each other, then learn who Ocran is, than we can have the ‘battle’. XD

@freedomwriter76

I love how you’re writing his this way. It makes me feel right at home.

Mikkel

Face-palmed? 

Mikkel slowly brought his hand to his forehead.

Face-to-palm.

“Yes. I’ve never seen an officer hit himself.” The rifle strap twisted back and forth in his hand. “I’m sorry ma’am.” He staightened his helmet. “But sir, you grew up on a farm?”

@godlyfantasy12

Zlatan

“Good. Ve need to move.”

He turned, searching for the group.

Here was Vulkasin, gazing longingly at the stone wall. There’s Arabella, looking to the stars.

And Novembré standing stock still, wide eyed and open faced.

The brothers shared a look.

@freedomwriter76

Mikkel

Ezra smacked himself full in the face. Strange. This officer hit himself, not his soldiers.

“You’re right. And, forgive me if I’m intruding, but, how do you know castles so well?”

Oh, that.

“I spent much of my childhood at my Uncle’s estate and the Squirey.”

Eyebrows rose.

“It’s a court boarding school”

@freedomwriter76

Mikkel

A bed chamber?

“Sir…” Mikkel pulled off his helmet. The chin strap needed straightened. “If this were my castle, I wouldn’t be too pleased to find strangers inside the walls, much less the bed chambers.” he ran his fingers through his hair. “But we should be nearing the servants quarters by now, seeing the lack of…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76

Aww…now I really may cry.

I love broken characters! They grip me deep, like no healthy one can.

To be completely honest I sort of liked him more than Riker at first. Now they’re pretty even.

@freedomwriter76

YOU KILLED LEON!?! *Bursts into tears*

How could you?*sniff*

I liked him…*gasp*

And you just BUMPED HIM OFF! *Sob*

Good scene. Thank you for ending it on a higher note.

*Sniff*

@keilah-h

I know practically nothing about star wars, so as far as I’m concerned he could be your own creation. =)

@freedomwriter76

You’re fine! I’m actually working today, so I haven’t had time to catch up till now.

(Poor boys.)

Mikkel

Cold relief poured down Mikkel’s neck.

“No, sir. I haven’t been the most, er… Thank you for mentioning…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76

Poor Ezra!

@freedomwriter76

Mikkel

This is your fault. Go after him.

But I didn’t mean…

“Stay here, I’ll be back.”

His feet were already moving.

Two strides. Three. He was running.

“1st Lieutenant Ezra sir!”

The soldier stopped. Perhaps titles are useful.

Mikkel stumbled to a stop, not exactly the most graceful of its kind.

“Yes?”

“Sir, three…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76

Mikkel

The song had been beautiful. It had been a refuge.

“Sorry…to all of you…for being such a jerk. I just…we have no idea where we are and I’m just…being reminded of my best friend Yoshua that…that died in a plane crash I caused.”

Mikkel’s head jerked up, a thousand shattered pictures flashing by.

Os…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76

Yeah…that probably wouldn’t work. XD

Mikkel

It was a beautiful song, the type where each of the words could be felt.

Deep.

Where life still mattered.

Mikkel joined in, swinging one hand in meter.

So long. So very long ago.

He felt like a school boy.

Another voice, sweeter in tone. Mikkel looked up. The others had…[Read more]

@keilah-h

I don’t think that’s a problem, just as long as you write with them. I’m fine with someone else joining, as long as @freedomwriter76 is.

What time period is he?

@freedomwriter76

Bummer. Violin is one of Annia’s (and my) favorite instruments.

Mikkel

Mikkel smiled. A real, heartfelt smile, the first since, when?

Just as long as they didn’t wake someone up.

“I don’t know. It’s been a long time. Why don’t you start a chorus and I’ll join in once I figure the words.”

@freedomwriter76

Yeah…I should definitely work on it. This is my most detailed one:

Hearts of Gold

Divided in a kingdom of shattered truth, paths are twisting into roads no one could be meant to take. How can anyone stop the consequences of choices they had no choice but to make?

Did I mention that I also struggle with making things too short?…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76

Ooo, sounds good!

My book cover premises are so vague one can hardly tell the setting. =| I should probably work on that.

Have you ever read And God was There (by a US chaplain who I can’t remember his name)? Something about your premise just reminded me of it.

@freedomwriter76

Mikkel

It always haunts us.

“I know.”

He pulled out his watch, but put it back without knowing the time.

Maybe talking didn’t help.

Maybe nothing helped.

But perhaps, just perhaps, there was something.

“Would you like to sing?”