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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 Ok! I’ll do it whenever I have time.

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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 I love that scene…. Marvel humor at its best. And I should probably make the story I’m telling you into a google doc or something so you can have the whole thing….

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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.

I will repeat that I did not create him, so if that’s in any way against the rules of this “game” I won’t go ahead with the plan.

@freedomwriter76 @koshka Do you mind if I add a character to your group? He’s not mine, never was, but I do some work on his character arc in the fanfic he has a major role in, and it’s a tiny bit like what your characters are going through. I’ll probably introduce him tomorrow if neither of you reply. I’m just waiting for my other group to…[Read more]

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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?”

@hallie-jean You can do whatever you want! I won’t mind.

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Okay, I’m guessing…Vietnam?

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Mikkel

“And most of those things I’m not proud of.”

Another broken soldier wanting to help Mikkel’s wounds.

What was Annia doing right now? Probably praying.

“Haven’t we all?” Mikkel smiled, but it was made of tears, not mirth. “We broke this world, and we can’t fix it.”

They walked in silence for a moment.

“Does talki…[Read more]

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Mikkel

“Are you okay?”

Mikkel blinked, the screaming shell and silent world had vanished. His knees tried to buckle, pain searing nerves…

But he was still here. In this unknown castle.

“Forgive me. I do not attend. What did you say, chap?”

“Let’s follow the them. Are you sure you’re alright?” Riker’s brow f…[Read more]

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Oh no. He pulled that phrase out? I’d SAY he’s got some attitude! XD

Mikkel

The air between them had to be shooting sparks at this point. Mikkel stepped back. No need to get singed.

“Ezra.” The lady had her hands on her hips.

What was this about?

If we’re open with you…

Guilt clouded Mikkel’s eyes…but not even the c…[Read more]

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Mikkel

“What…what about you?” Riker stumbled on the words, his eyes diverted.

“Well, I’m not married. Would be strange for an eighteen year-old soldier don’t you think?” He laughed, and jammed his helmet back in place.

“I have a little sister though. She’s still at home, thank God. Then there’s Otto, my Guardian, and his wife…[Read more]

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Algermain = the Germanish language in the kingdom of Eintrachtam.

Mikkel

Mikkel shrugged. “As long as you don’t have flu or typhus, I see no reason why I would mind.” He offered a smile.

Their steps echoed faintly down the hall, calling back of empty chambers. Windows gazed into open, star-filled night, untainted by smoke and…[Read more]

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Uh oh. I’m not sure I want to meet Hans. =O

Mikkel

Sleep. Dreams.

Riker’s smile never reached his eyes.

No wonder.

Mikkel turned around, probing the grand hall. “Does anyone know who owns this place?”

Exchanged glances, no answers.

Long tapestried walls

“Fiddles.”

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Mikkel

Prison camp…Oswald…

No!

“Ah, yes.” Mikkel accepted Ruler’s handshake. “Private Mikkel Winston, King’s Mariner 2nd division, Sir.”

Stop saying that.

“Many apologies, Lieutenant, sir.”

Fiddles.

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Wowsers. That’s more songs than I can find for all my characters.

Maybe I should actually look about more. =}

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Mikkel

The gun lay still for a moment before anyone moved.

“Ah! You chaps know each other?” The safety clicked on Mikkel’s rifle. “Are you part of the Uppity Servicemen too? I feel more a stranger each moment.” Mikkel bowed, ignoring Ezra’s death glare.