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This is quickly becoming routine. "Hmm, half two in the morning. Must write drabbles."
On an unrelated topic... curse
connorbeast for getting me thinking about Kennedy. I've got four pages of notes. I know this girl; how she lost her virginity, what CD is in her stereo, how she relates to her father and half-sister...
I will not write a Kennedy's-origin-novella. I won't.
Anyway. Drabbles.
Teliko
She has no speech, and gives no sign that she understands theirs. When the Elders speak of her, they call her Teliko. Weapon.
Every few dawns a member of the tribe makes the journey across the bones and dry earth to leave an offering of food-scraps outside her cave. None of them relish this duty; she has been known to bite intruders.
The Elders are pleased with their work. One night, they know, the dark-creatures will be too many and the feral girl will die, but what of it? There will be more girls. And soon, the rains will come.
On an unrelated topic... curse
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I will not write a Kennedy's-origin-novella. I won't.
Anyway. Drabbles.
Teliko
She has no speech, and gives no sign that she understands theirs. When the Elders speak of her, they call her Teliko. Weapon.
Every few dawns a member of the tribe makes the journey across the bones and dry earth to leave an offering of food-scraps outside her cave. None of them relish this duty; she has been known to bite intruders.
The Elders are pleased with their work. One night, they know, the dark-creatures will be too many and the feral girl will die, but what of it? There will be more girls. And soon, the rains will come.
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