A Sample Of What I Am Working On

It has ZIP to with vore. I am trying to write other things than just vore, expecially as I want to be a published and paid author one day :)  So give this a shot first. It’s not anything but two slices of life in the same setting.

Thanks!

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“Bloody hardened criminals and Loyalists,” murmured Fendal as he watched the tourist-laden boat head from the harbor. He and Shemel watched as it chugged northward, toward Hemisten, the large city-island.

“Tael and Shamel went last Tingal’s Tears, they loved it. Said the sun was perfect, the beaches beautiful, and the people were so nice.”

“Well, they’re both Loyalists, of course they’d say that,” mumbled Fen into his drink. Shemel heard him anyway- she had the uncanny ability to just hear him when he spoke. Very disconcerting.

“Fen, the Carron Family has been out of power for two hundred years, there’s nothing to be a Loyalist about any more. Thank Nandes.” Her feelings about the Carron Family were well known to him before they got married, but he’d never thought it would turn out to be such a wedge in their later years.

For several hundred years, Hemisten had been merely a large island that the empire had dumped criminals, political prisoners, riff-raff, and people that had been too curious and not quick enough to explain their reasons for being swept up. At first the harsh climate and unforgiving island had done what the empire had been to weak to do- it slaughtered everyone. But soon enough there were some survivors that clung together. Then they built a crude village,which became a crude town, which in turn spawned village and town and hovel.

It had been only when the Carron Family had been forcibly removed from power that Hemisten had been declared a part of the empire and welcomed with open arms. That the people of Hemisten did not embrace back so quickly was understood. Now it’d become the center of it’s own area of growth, luring visitors with tourism and goods.

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Kinner sat his desk, frustration stoking his blood pressure higher and higher. Violent crime was on the rise, there’d been more unexplained murders and several explainable ones as well. Half of the casino’s were making money and half weren’t and both were complaining about the other. There were more file folders on his desk than he liked to have there and all needed work. The police force was smaller than was needed for a population center of this size but the powers that be refused his continued demands for help. This was taking a toll on his health and he’d turned back to alcohol once more. Nights went away into haze and only mornings lent the headache of hangover to loom over him.

His office was a large square hole at the back of the City Works building, the air thick and stale and redolent with the odors of frustration, anger, and failed alcoholism. His second in command and general pain in the neck was a smaller man named Thindal. The so named individual sat at his own desk and watched Kinner, wondering if his boss was going to work himself into a stroke.

“I think your head is going to pop,” he finally said. “If it does, I am moving the office to another room and just boarding this one up.”

“I know your feelings,” growled Kinner. Thindal was a Hemisten native while Kinner’s home was in the southern Willows, a weeks journey on horse from the capital of the empire.

“No, I worry about your health,” said Thindal. This was an outright lie and both knew it. If Kinner died, the only worry Thindal would have was how to dispose of the corpse. “Who do I have to put heat on today?” He asked.

Kinner’s eyes closed and he watched moving pictures in his mind for a moment before he shook his head. “I, I don’t- Look, go down to…” He shuffled the files on his desk and pulled one out at random. One of the unexplained murders. “Go to Captain Shant. Lean on him about the murder of the Coricant girl. We have to do something.”

“Right,” said Thindal.

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Anne

Always My Best Work. Always. I Am Accursed By God.

No matter what word processor I use. I get on a roll, then BOOM, the word processor crashes out. Never when I’m doing just stupid stuff, or not doing much, but when I am on a roll. Then POW.

Openoffice did that to me twice. I shot it dead and buried the body in the woods behind the house.

MSoft Word 6 did that to me. It’s corpse rots by Openoffice.

Staroffice. Wordperfect. Name the word processor, it’s crashed on me.

All except google docs.

I need to use that.

I just lost an hours worth of EXCELLENT work to MSoft Works.

It just makes me want to quit, I fucking swear.

Anne

I Soon Back Coming

I updated (snicker) my site- well, the index :)  So, anyways, I gots me ideas, I be writing soonest, and I be posting stories here, on my site, and on forums again (cough cough *maybe* cough cough)

So- just wanted y’all to know!!

Anne

We Went To Disneyland For A Week

Gone for more than that- we drove. Mostly our in-laws drove. Here’s the story.

On the 22nd on June we finished packing and started our trip! The in-laws were paying for EVERYTHING- they were even paying for Rudy and I and our son AND my mother-in-law to stay in the hotel while we were there, while they stayed in their trailer at an RV park.

We take our time driving down, and we got there the night of the 30th. Fuck. I hate camping- even anything that HINTS of camping. We stayed in the trailer at parks until we got there. Fucking JESUS. California burning up the whole time we drove down I-5… smoke everywhere, all the time. And the God forsaken SUN and HEAT. Talk about OPPRESSIVE. Good LORD. The temp was generally 100f during the day. Mostly a lot hotter.

The five days we stayed at Disneyland, on the other hand, were AMAZING. Yes, it’s a park designed to suck every penny out of your pocket, wallet, purse, and bank account. Given. Even at that, however, it was AMAZING. The rides are incredible, the sights amazing, the entire ambience of both Disnleyland and California Adventures is BEAUTIFUL.

Fucking hot and the sun is killer, but yeah. I’m still peeling skin.

Then the inevitable ride back. Forever. Racing on the highway at one point, actually trying to BEAT THE WILDFIRES so that we wouldn’t be caught and have to extend the stay in California. Then back through Oregon and Washington, and home.

And the house is a fucking NIGHTMARE. Rygar destroyed EVERYTHING. And the junk is everywhere. Then Rudy takes off  with my brother-in-law for the weekend and I’m trapped, alone, in a house I need to take care of.

Haven’t done a thing.

But I have my hamsters back 4 of them now.

But I don’t do alone well. I am become a hermit and a recluse, but when I am alone, I don’t do well. Depression and more take over.

Ah well.

I think I’m going to start writing again soon- had some WONDERFUL ideas of late

Anne

p.s. My in-laws spent about $5,000 for this vacation. We spent about $200. We owe them our souls It was worth it.

Hiatus

1) I am still terribly depressed, and having to worry about my blog isn’t helping matters.

2) I don’t have anything to say right now, other than “I’m sorry I haven’t written anything” over and over and OVER again.

3) I feel like I’m letting people down by not writing and THAT isn’t helping my depression.

4) My meds, coupled with my depression, have brought about something HORRIBLE. Something that I have never experienced before in all my years: Vore does nothing for me right now. No sexual excitation at ALL. Nothing. I haven’t looked at anything vore related in MONTHS.

5) My meds, coupled with my depression, have brought about something HORRIBLE. Something that I have never experienced before in all my years: PORN and actual SEX does nothing for me right now. THIS is WORSE. Not only does written and photographed sex do nothing for me, but to Rudy’s frustration, actual SEX does nothing for me.

So, for the time being, I am hiatus. When I can, I will come back, but don’t expect it a few weeks, or probably not even in a few MONTHS. This SUCKS.

Still, please write me: anne2snakie@yahoo.com, anne.franke@gmail.com

anne2snakie on YAHOO, anne2snakie on AIM, 8692176 on ICQ…

I love you all and sorry about all this.

I will return.

And Just When Things Get Better

They get worse. So, last night, my LCD monitor died. Had it less than a year, zip. I am cursed. I tell you. Cursed.

Anne

I Got My Comp Back Today

Whoo Hoo!

anne

My Comp Has Been Fucked

Which bve why I haven’t been posting more. My Vista install has died the death again, and I am afraid that the problem with my having to re-install  Vista so often is PEBCAK*. Sigh. With this next install, I don’t fuck with it. Ever. I just let it do it’s thing and I leave it alone.

Anyways, that’s why I been gone. Until my main comp gets fixed, Iam RARELY online.

Sigh.

Anne

*PEBCAK = [P]roblem [E]xists [B]etween [C]hair [A]nd [K]eyboard

I Always Wanted To See The End Of Our World

And it looks like I just might. I just feel bad for my kids and my husband’s sister’s kids. I mean, global warming is fucking us HARD, no lube and we’re so dry. And, according to “James Hansen, 67, director of NASA’s Goddard Institute for Space Studies in New York”, “NASA’s top climate scientist”, “We’ve already reached the dangerous level of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere.” “…greenhouse gases like carbon dioxide, which Hansen said has reached the “tipping point” of 385 parts per million.”

So the kids are fucked. The Pentagon has already determined, through it’s studies, that in 20 years the coasts will be radically altered and that most of the world will be engaged in wars over energy. So goody. I should still be alive, unless the altered planetary climate and panic and all kills me along with the millions promised.

And then of course, we’re already looking at a collapsed global economy. When The US economy falls, we should drag a few other countries with us. We’re entering a bad recession now, probably coupled with a depression that COULD make the one early in the last century look like a picnic. And Japan is falling into a recession. And it looks like China, the centuries great hope, could be next.

Oh goody.

So it looks like the next 20 some odd years could be interesting, in the “I wish I were dead and not experiencing this” kind of way.
So happy days. Why, again, am I supposed to not be depressed and anxious?

Anne

OH MY GOD

I do NOT know what happened. I was T>HI<S close to finishing my story. A slow, BEAUTIFUL snake-swallowing-a-woman-whole-and-alive sequence. It was almost done and it was good!

And then I load it up again- and all my work is GONE.

Do you understand my sudden sense of loss, despair, anger? This has been my first real work since last November. The first time that my mind and body have synced up so I could fucking WORK?

AND IT’S GONE.

i should have used google docs but instead i used open office i should never have done that oh my god oh my fucking god i can’t get back what i wrote fuck fuck FUCK