You're welcome, Jay. Figured you could use a base of operations.

Nice!

dialogue is easy but script writing is hard

Yes it is.

"I understand," Ferdi finally said out loud, looking up at Heinrich. "We have everything we can take," he added, at least from is loft but he assumed that would be clear.

Nice!

It was one thing to look over Saint Teresa and see miles and miles of smog choked streets or vagabonds clinging to the last bits of cool night air. It was something else entirely to look out at the same scene and see tiny, glowing figures dancing through the thick air.

ohhhhhhhhh

me gusta

that from the fae one?

Good details!

yeah xD

“I have a long day tomorrow.” He lets out a sigh. And the day after that, and the day after that. Imelda frowns and props herself up on her elbow to look down at him. Her hair shifts to fall against his collarbone and neck and he swallows. She’s good at making it difficult to go anywhere.

I like it!

thanks

You'd think since I tossed out the challenge, I'd have an easy time with this. I can't pick a WIP. I'm paralyzed. sighs

pick your contract

2 sentances

you got this

Okay. I can do this.

go go go

gooooo Allie!!!

Madeira, she would tell him. Import the grapes. Her new husband would give her a thoughtful look. He would try to remain stern, but his lips would curve with appreciation and pride. Very well, my wife, he would say. Why should I invest in the grapes? Her explanation would be succinct but include the profit margins she'd calculated and the new casks--

she had designed to prevent souring. It would not include magic.

"Quit staring like a moon-brained tart. Catri needs your motherly eye on her dress for tonight." Guaspar scowled instead of smiling. He hadn't smiled at her since her father left Port Royal.

More than two sentences. But I like it

MOON-BRAINED TART best thing ever XD

He's such an asshole.

Flesh felt different than stone, just as water felt different from dust. Finding the arrowhead was not the problem, untangling its jagged edges from the knotted muscle and shattered bone, on the other hand...

Nice. Healing by mark magic?

She noticed the sweat when it began to sting her eyes, and that she'd forgotten to breathe when the world tilted alarmingly. She fixed the latter, but ignored the former. She did not need eyes for this.

Like it.

Healing isn't one of her Marks. But she's assisting in surgery.

yess so much good writtens

2nding the moon brain tart

and I like the flesh felt different from stone XD but for some reason I thought she was making a golem

Two sentences doesn't give you a lot to go on.

Come on, writers. Give us words!

ooh I think I might stop back here later after the movie

For the first time in quite a long time, Strand didn’t need to count them or to do anything to make certain that they weren’t larger or hungrier than they should have been. This place, this little pocket had a magic of its own in that it it almost seemed to swallow it, which perhaps was one of the reasons that Alex was sleeping so soundly.

Nice. I like it!

oohhh

this a fic?

yep yep.

noice

here's from a short story I sort of started editing: "She reached over to pick up the blood-spattered piece of paper. It contained a single word, written in her grandfather's familiar hand."

oh that's cool!

and a different one: "Peg was left to herself, but she got no comfort from any of her usual evening activities. All she had was a nagging question: Who is buried out there on our land?"

I LIKE THEM BOTH.

These are good.

The old man sat in the desert sun his hair a dull yellow white and his eyes milky with age. Yet his voice was the voice of a man who should look twenty years younger then he was.

Oooh. What's this from?

Just an idea for a crossover fic I've been playing around with for a few months.

Stick?