A/N: Really not feeling well. I'm just so tired...leaving for work in a few minutes, and its off the doctors afterward.
Nevertheless! I wanted to at least update a few of the plot bins today to tide you all over until I recover.
Whatever Comes Our Way should be updated Thursday/Friday, alongside a few surprise updates.
Sorry for the delay.
Long Covid's got me lookomg to the future and wonder what will become of things when I'm gone.
Of course, I try not to dwell on the latter overmuch; I'm still alive and still writing. In an ideal world, I'd like to keep doing so for as long as I can. But old age is catching up to me and these days, the world is filled with so much madness and death. Feels like everyone's lost their minds sometimes. Even before that, so many friends and fellow writers I once knew are gone, now. Will I still be here in twenty years? Ten? Five? Its a chilling thought. But for now, I'm still here, still writing.
So here we go. The fate of this story depends on you, the reader. Your feedback determines the fate of this tale, and many others.
As ever, I own no references, quotes, themes or memes. They're tributes to legends far greater than I.
I'm just a humble author trying to make his way in this wild, wacky world, one word at a time.
Time and feedback will determine what remains a story and what doesn't. Simple as that.
In other words...the fate of this is up to YOU, the reader. Doooo let me know~!
Running around updating a lot of categories today.
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Twenty-Eight Fragment
Silco couldn't stand that noise.
The constant clicking.
Over and over.
He tried to ignore it, really, he did, but the incessant noise of that infernal pen opening and closing was driving him mad. His sole comfort was the holier-than-thou council of Piltover seemed to be suffering just as much. As did Vander.
Good. At leas the wasn't suffering alone.
They'd all been gathered here against their will, crammed into the council chamber, and forced to sit under guard. And if that wasn't bad enough...
"This war between Piltover and Zaun is now over." Naruto's voice cut through the silence like a serrated knife, bringing that incessant clicking to an end. "Too many lives have been lost already. You are going to sit down and talk your differences out, or so help me, I will kill everyone in this room."
Vander dared to raise a hand, the brave bastard of a buffoon. "Just like that?"
Naruto smiled. It was not a nice smile, filled with teeth "Just like that."
One of the councilors bridled. "And if we disagree with this-
Kurama slammed a golden paw down, crushing him.
Naruto kept smiling. "Anyone else?"
Everyone shook their heads."
"Great! Let's talk peace."
A/N: Aaaaand scene.
Happy ending for one and all...well, mostly everyone.
Hope this brought a smile to your face.
Once more, we're sticking with the "Embers" rule for this story, and others. Meaning folks don't like this, it won't be continued. If the story itself ain't popular/well-received...well, I won't be able to continue it. I'm working two jobs, holidays are here too, meaning I barely have time to write; as such, I cannot afford to write something folks don't enjoy.
So by all means, speak up! Your voice matters! Make yourself heard! As ever, reviews are the fuel that sustain me. Without them I cannot write a single word. Simple as that. Working nearly all hours of the day keep me absurdly busy, and I can't bring myself to write something folks don't like.
As ever, reviews keep this old man alive during this dark and crazy time. I ain't joking.
So in the Immortal Words of Atlas... Review...Would You Kindly?
No previews here. Time for an old man to rest awhile.
R&R~!