(plz forgive me for being so behind on wp and posting anyway, I have a holiday coming up and plan to read your chapters in the sun!)
“I’m proud of you,” Mia said, curling fingers around Quinn’s wrist. He gave her a shaken smile, but couldn’t help fidgeting in his seat.
“Isn’t this a silly thing to be proud of?” His voice was quiet, but even through the din Mia managed to pick up what was said. Her disapproving look told him that much.
Continue reading SOL: Generation Three – Chapter Twelve
[tw for a very brief mention of rape]
“Your – your room!”
Cara’s shocked voice made Ayr spin around, dropping the bottle of Dettol which spun to the floor. He flung the rag onto the dresser and wiped his hands on his jeans. His side of the bedroom was, for the first time in years, spotless, and Ayr had been scrubbing the skirting boards for long enough that the cloying smell of pine was stuck in his nose.
“I can’t sit still,” he admitted. Cleaning gave him some sense of control, because seeing the finished product was an immediate hit of satisfaction. He could easily see how he’d made a difference.
Any therapist would have a field day with that, Ayr thought.
Continue reading SOL: Generation Three – Chapter Eleven
“Where exactly am I going to live?” Shanna asked, watching the scenery whizz by. She stretched out cramped legs and eyed the back of Q’s head. In the passenger seat a blonde woman sat, and she’d tried to make light conversation with Shanna until the teenager’s glares had got through.
“Two options,” Q said, taking a country road too fast. Daniela shot him a look which he received with an angelic grin. “You can live with us and a screaming toddler.”
“Ew,” Shanna said, pointedly. Q nodded like he agreed, and was rewarded with another acidic look.
“Or you can stay here.”
Continue reading SOL: Generation Three – Chapter Ten
Quinn was awake when the door swung open. He had questions sitting on his tongue; he’d spent half the night experimenting, shocked to discover that with just a little more pressure than usual he could bend utensils in half. At first he’d put it down to shoddy workmanship, but after succeeding in snapping the window’s golden handle off he had reluctantly come to accept that something was different.
Q swept into the room. His usual easy air was sullied by the tired sagging of his face. “I think I’ve got it,” he announced to the room. Kian peered up at him, rubbing sleepy eyes.
The hotel room’s door shook with the force of a knock. Quinn sat up straighter at Kian’s alarm, but Q only grinned – albeit wearily.
“Right on time.”
Continue reading SOL: Generation Three – Chapter Nine
Fucking finally, am I right? Sorry for the wait ❤
Quinn sat with a gaping mouth as his uncle’s earnest eyes stared up at him. Unconsciously he surveyed Q’s appearance; the man didn’t look a day over twenty five at a push. And yet Quinn knew that his namesake had been a handful of years older than his father.
Before he could formulate a question, the door opened. Quinn smelled trace scents of rosemary and the remnants of his sister’s perfume before he even saw the teenager.
“Kian,” Q said by way of explanation, and Quinn blinked.
“Izzy’s Kian?” he mumbled. The boy’s cheeks reddened and he looked at his feet.
“That’s him,” Q answered cheerfully. “Come on in. We have some ‘splaining to do.”
Continue reading SOL: Generation Three – Chapter Eight
1) Two chapters became one 5K chapter so I went with it.
2) Sorry for being MIA. Moving and all, ya know. After this I’m going on a short hiatus (1 month or so) to try and sort out my laggy game, catching up on WP, editing my book, and planning the second half of the gen.
3) The pictures aren’t great. See laggy game. It would take me an evening to take one scene. Painful.
4) There is a sort of trigger warning for this chapter, but going into detail would kinda be a spoiler. If you think you might need to know what it is, you can read about it on my private tumblr post here.
Midday sun saturated the balcony and the flowers turned their heads to worship. The old radio – battered at the corners but still cheerful – belted out the lyrics to Build me up Buttercup which carried across the hills, sitting on a light wind which kept the midges at bay.
In her own world filled with saturated colours and impressionist style landscapes, Echo painted. The soft touch of her brush on canvas had lulled her mind into silence, and she had been floating pleasantly in the present where nothing mattered but the deft moves of her wrist and fingers.
Continue reading SOL: Generation Three – Chapter Seven
Hi folks! Follow this link here for the game, password is just hi
I’ll keep an eye on this and tumblr if you need to get hold of me.
See you in 15 mins!
Edit: the site seems to have crashed or something – will see if it gets back up shortly and edit this post if so
Edit 2: the site is still down, so let’s assume it’ll be like that for the night and reschedule. Sorry folks! </3
Hey folks! I think based on the responses that Saturday 16th 7pm GMT will be our goal 😀 I’ll post at 6.45pm on the day with a link to the game. Any more card suggestions, let me know before Friday 15th.
See you then! ❤
I have my internet, and you know what that means? GAME NIGHT!!
I’m up for another round of Cards Against Humanity, with a bonus pack of sim cards. My time on the upcoming weekends is a little tight, but I assume that’s the best time for people to gather, so I’m suggesting either Friday night GMT (8th) (this will be during the day for some folk, which might not work) or Saturday night on the 16th — I’m not 100% sure I’ll be free, because that’s my birthday, but I don’t have any plans as of yet, and that’s a good to spend the night imo!
Let me know what you all can do and I’ll figure it out!
Continue reading Game Night
Quinn had arrived first, following directions on a scrap piece of paper until the Arron’s Arcade sign had caught his eye, spilling neon blue light out onto the dull side street. He had recognised the name once Mia had suggested the venue; his uncles had visited on occasion, but luckily he wouldn’t be running into them that day; they were in America for a conference-and-holiday, so Quinn didn’t have to worry.
He’d drifted inside and was pleasantly surprised to find a friendly assistant point him into a cosy room, where muted grey walls gave a good contrast to the electric lights of the arcade machines.
Continue reading SOL: Generation Three – Chapter Six