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