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Strange things are happening at the District Rift. The broken, seismic ravine has been used by the people of Deixar for countless centuries to define their little district, and seen as nothing more sinister than big crack in the ground. In Surkea towards the North, however, someone has been playing with the branes that divide the multiverse, and... something... has come through...

Still in progress. Slooowly adding bits, but the plot needs some work doing on it.

For the LJ Mirror, please click here.

( Huddled down behind fallen masonry, a mere corner or two past Dolorous’ living space, Blink sat curled tearfully up into the smallest ball she could manage, struggling to come to terms with what had just happened, scribbling frantically in her journal in an effort to get it to come clear in her head. )

~7232 words

67802 ★ 80000

( …Nice to know that having no memory was no barrier to developing a crippling BOREDOM. Whitesides had just… SAT… on the outskirts of the settlement, on his cushion of moss, inactive and immobile, for several hours, and he’d begun to feel like a giant ornament… )

~9320 words

60570 ★ 80000

( Celerity had at last persuaded Lancet to go and get some rest, and the sky outside had darkened until the stars were visible, when Skydash finally dared to poke her head through the door to her room. )

~6495 words

51250 ★ 80000

( ...Surkea Hospital didn’t look much like what Blink had been expecting. )

~4512 words

44738 ★ 80000

( ''Ooh! Sweeties! Where’d these come from, can I have one?'' )

~3858 words

40226 ★ 80000

(Haha I totally didn't fall asleep before I could post this, not me, I NEVER SLEEzzzz)

( Jazny spent his nights as a 'vagrant', camping wherever he could find a good sheltered spot, and at the end of the day cycle, he had slung his hammock between the supports of one of the small civic meeting places )

~3472 words

36368 / 80000

( Biddable though he might be, their guest did not seem to enjoy being made damp, Jazny mused, struggling to wash the dust and detritus from the large green frame. )

~3168 words

32896 / 80000

( Slipstream put the satchel down on the table, then propped his head on his hands and sighed. Congratulations, Seemykins. That probably couldn’t have gone much worse if you actually made an effort at doing a bad job, huh? he scolded himself. )

~2358 words

29728 / 80000

( The first of the strings of small lights was so delicate, it was virtually invisible under the onslaught of the amiable giant’s headlights. The further they got, though, the less impact the larger lights had, and at last the giant noticed the strings of lighting and disengaged its own lamps. )

~3308 words

27370 / 80000

( Perched on a stalagmite with a transmitter clutched tight in his small hand, Jazny mused (for the eighth time) how he really didn’t like this whole situation... )

~2216 words

24062 / 80000

( The sun had already begun to peek up over the horizon and stain the sky a pale yellow-pink when Sunspot finally got out of work. )

~4216 words

21846 / 80000

( Blink spent almost all the next day in a kind of distracted haze. Skydash helped her and Lancet hunt for her missing journal, but her enthusiasm was at the lowest ebb it had been for a very long time. )

~2633 words

17630 / 80000

( This was not one of your best ideas, Sharpshins. You don’t do shelters for a reason, and that’s because they’re bad luck. Just turn around and go back to the Rift. There’s plenty of hot conduits you can lean on until your spirits are perky enough to try getting to Rustig, again. )

~ 3724 words

14997 / 80000

( The little tap on the door revealed not Whitesides, but a large pale blue mech with his arms full of small, excited bodies. Celerity’s features broke into an involuntary smile at seeing them. ''Hello, Lance.'' )

~3713 words

11273 / 80000

( Are you going to be all right to look after the youngsters while I go out...? )

~2544 words

7560 / 80000

( Footloose was on hand to let them in, when Whitesides’ little family arrived, and they’d barely stepped across the threshold into Celerity’s quiet suburban home before the ‘attack’ began... )

~3106 words

5016 / 80000

Edit: haha maths, what's that? 3106 + 1910 =/= 3106

At last, the upload begins!

( Talk about famous last words... )

~1910 words

1910 / 80000

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