I'm avoiding adding my own memories, so here are some story pieces either I've written, or Kasia or Suz have written in the past. I'm usually a poet, yet here you go. It distracts me to remember stories instead. I'd like to write again.
Here's some snippets from stories written in the past or ones that were never finished.
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I'ilaan gazed at the stars over their heads. "These are not new stars, little A'aknaa. These are the same stars that awaken every evening. You have spent many evenings sharing your memories to the stars so that now they know the tales as if they were their own." He returned his gaze to her. "You have fulfilled your promise to this tribe and you are free to leave this place."
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Nataan's eyes narrowed in disgust, fighting a fear that choked him. "No," he replied tightly. "That was a different world." He regarded the being's depths, attempting to return the probe. He recoiled with a gasp at what he touched within the Vanguard -- a sea of oily emptiness. "I have another watching me now." He struggled to control the wavering in his voice. "You are no longer needed," he continued, not wanting to believe that this vile creature was his keeper.
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That changed once they were confronted by the bounty hunter Otemah Sirius, who had tracked them for five patient months. Otemah knew that these bandits had been cautious, but now they were about to slip right into his hands. His admiration for their ability to continue unnoticed by the Imperials and other trackers ended at Sevarcos. The bandits, either out of desperation or blind folly, took their small-time action over the line. They attempted to smuggle spice off Sevarcos and that was when they landed in Otemah's trap.
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A beast appeared before her. It reared up on its four back legs, howling like a tomb spirit. Kalycia shrieked and shrank back, fleeing into the forest. A beast breathed behind her. "Faster, Kalycia. Faster," Nakeema's desperate voice reached her through the wind. "Do not stop!"
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"I will not wear the Red robes," Ilenna proclaimed loudly. She untied the soft knot at her neck. Reaching down to grab the golden-trimmed hem, Ilenna pulled the robe up, over the grey shirt and pants underneath and over her head. She held the robes in her hands. "If the Conclave refuses me the right to choose, then I choose not to wear any robes." The red cloth fell from her hands and bunched at her feet.
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"They are launching fighters, my lord."
Nortakh watched the pinpoints of light quickly turn into Imperial starfighters, their weapons hot. In response, swarms of Tetan fighters screamed from the warships. Both sides on an apparent collision course.
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Sounds of the planet reached him. Howls of the wind. Howls of fanged creatures. Screeches of winged avian beasts. Screams of pain. Sounds of life. Sounds of death. Intermingled with the cries of the planet, the dark melodies of the night. Romei narrowed his eyes. The songs of darkness. It was in the air, in the night, in the stars. It sang in his blood, in his soul. A myriad of power and lust, of shadow and hidden deception. His heart raced with the energy of a great volcano; a great and violent storm of lightning and bitter winds.
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Punching heat filled the spaces of air around them, startling her. The telepath holding her hand jerked in sudden pain and fell to the ground. His feelings of agony washed through her, followed by nothing. Several figures moved in the shadows, bursts of light exploding out from where they stood. She felt their searching minds probing for her. Other telepaths continued to fall or lay in heaps on the ground. She stood amidst the lifeless bodies. The heat-wake from the recent weapons fire fanned warmly across her face.
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She was touching the Dark Side. He forcefully pulled his eyes away from her hypnotizing gaze. "We will not proceed with this lesson any further," he admonished. "You are not using the Force techniques as I have taught you." He shook his head and moved away, ignited saber held out before him; like a barrier between them.
Here's some snippets from stories written in the past or ones that were never finished.
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I'ilaan gazed at the stars over their heads. "These are not new stars, little A'aknaa. These are the same stars that awaken every evening. You have spent many evenings sharing your memories to the stars so that now they know the tales as if they were their own." He returned his gaze to her. "You have fulfilled your promise to this tribe and you are free to leave this place."
-----
Nataan's eyes narrowed in disgust, fighting a fear that choked him. "No," he replied tightly. "That was a different world." He regarded the being's depths, attempting to return the probe. He recoiled with a gasp at what he touched within the Vanguard -- a sea of oily emptiness. "I have another watching me now." He struggled to control the wavering in his voice. "You are no longer needed," he continued, not wanting to believe that this vile creature was his keeper.
-----
That changed once they were confronted by the bounty hunter Otemah Sirius, who had tracked them for five patient months. Otemah knew that these bandits had been cautious, but now they were about to slip right into his hands. His admiration for their ability to continue unnoticed by the Imperials and other trackers ended at Sevarcos. The bandits, either out of desperation or blind folly, took their small-time action over the line. They attempted to smuggle spice off Sevarcos and that was when they landed in Otemah's trap.
-----
A beast appeared before her. It reared up on its four back legs, howling like a tomb spirit. Kalycia shrieked and shrank back, fleeing into the forest. A beast breathed behind her. "Faster, Kalycia. Faster," Nakeema's desperate voice reached her through the wind. "Do not stop!"
-----
"I will not wear the Red robes," Ilenna proclaimed loudly. She untied the soft knot at her neck. Reaching down to grab the golden-trimmed hem, Ilenna pulled the robe up, over the grey shirt and pants underneath and over her head. She held the robes in her hands. "If the Conclave refuses me the right to choose, then I choose not to wear any robes." The red cloth fell from her hands and bunched at her feet.
-----
"They are launching fighters, my lord."
Nortakh watched the pinpoints of light quickly turn into Imperial starfighters, their weapons hot. In response, swarms of Tetan fighters screamed from the warships. Both sides on an apparent collision course.
-----
Sounds of the planet reached him. Howls of the wind. Howls of fanged creatures. Screeches of winged avian beasts. Screams of pain. Sounds of life. Sounds of death. Intermingled with the cries of the planet, the dark melodies of the night. Romei narrowed his eyes. The songs of darkness. It was in the air, in the night, in the stars. It sang in his blood, in his soul. A myriad of power and lust, of shadow and hidden deception. His heart raced with the energy of a great volcano; a great and violent storm of lightning and bitter winds.
-----
Punching heat filled the spaces of air around them, startling her. The telepath holding her hand jerked in sudden pain and fell to the ground. His feelings of agony washed through her, followed by nothing. Several figures moved in the shadows, bursts of light exploding out from where they stood. She felt their searching minds probing for her. Other telepaths continued to fall or lay in heaps on the ground. She stood amidst the lifeless bodies. The heat-wake from the recent weapons fire fanned warmly across her face.
-----
She was touching the Dark Side. He forcefully pulled his eyes away from her hypnotizing gaze. "We will not proceed with this lesson any further," he admonished. "You are not using the Force techniques as I have taught you." He shook his head and moved away, ignited saber held out before him; like a barrier between them.
