Taming Surgeon Chapter 1 - Specimen on the Loose by CDupre, literature
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Taming Surgeon Chapter 1 - Specimen on the Loose
After a long posting hiatus, I have returned with another collaboration! This has been in the works for almost exactly a year now. We hadn't planned on ever posting it, but we got too excited about it and really wanted to share. We hope you enjoy! See description below for explanation of characters. Many of them come from preexisting stories! Louise blinked as she slowly got to her feet. Last she remembered, she was sleeping in the rebellion encampment, right next to her sister. Now... There was not much of a difference. The building was just as run down as the camp, but she didn't recognize it. It was much too big to be one of the cabins. Maybe an old warehouse. A few tables stretched high above her head. She grumbled a bit to herself. She needed to learn how to climb. At that point, she was fully relying on Simon and other larger resistance members to get her anywhere. Hildegard had made a pair of wings for Aiken but fuel was an issue. And there was only one
Underground and Underfoot Part 1 Chapter 1 by CDupre, literature
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Underground and Underfoot Part 1 Chapter 1
Aiken rolled out of bed and hit the floor with a loud thud. He blindly searched for the alarm by his bedside, blinking the sleep from his eyes as it blared its usual blasted tones. Once he silenced the little monster, he stretched, popped his back, and groaned in relief. Next, he went about his usual morning routine: getting dressed, washing his face, eating a pathetic semblance of breakfast, brushing his teeth, mussing his shoulder-length hair, and stepping out the door into the artificial light of underground tunnels. Off to work! Another day another dollar, as the saying went.
And today's dollar would be earned by testing out a new s
My Brother's Hands Chapter 1 by CDupre, literature
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My Brother's Hands Chapter 1
Scared stiff of work and disgusted by most wild things, Cairo Fletcher was quite out of place as he hauled himself up a mountain ridge, thousands of miles from any tavern. Yet here he was, and as he questioned his life choices for the hundredth time this month, he began to worry he might never find his friend. Muck from the bogs of Yjvak made stains he couldn't get out, not even in the river Jorr. That same river had cleansed him of the clay and sand from the eastern canyons, however, and when the salt from the sandbars of Newmarket created a crust on his clothes, the fields of Aspernaggen brushed it off. Yet after all this time, this mountai
The early morning birds chirped noisily as a young woman hunched over a large tome, quill in hand. She blew a strand of blonde streaked hair out of her face, annoyed that it refused to stay secure in the bundle she had tied high on the back of her head. She took a break from her writing to shuffle some parchments on her desk. The king wished to see the reports that afternoon. She would not disappoint.
She twisted her neck and sighed in satisfaction as it released a loud pop. She stood, raising her arms high above her head. After walking a few laps around the small rotund room, she returned to her seat and picked back up the quill. No
"Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!"
Isaiah 5:20
Callie Tredgher had never seen grass. Plants? Yes. Usually on her plate. But inedible vegetation was a rarity in the camps. The metal and brick buildings and dirt ground were not exactly conducive to plant life. It did not bother Callie. She was born in the camps, surrounded by pipes and metal and machinery. It was all she knew.
She found a sort of beauty in the place. The rust color of the walls and fences were actually quite appealing to her. The smoke rising from t
"Sir, this is wrong." The young Sarbithian cadet stood defiantly face to face with his commanding officer. He clutched a shivering bundle of cloth securely in his arm, holding it almost possessively to his chest. Veins began popping out of his forehead as the man he had confronted calmly approached him.
"They are people, just like us. They deserve to be treated with respect-"
His words were cut off with a heavy slap to the face.
"You forget your place boy," the older man said. "This is how it has been, how it is, and how it will always be. You are not to contradict those above you."
The cadet held his ground. "Sir, with all due res