Somewhat boring possibly.
Giving us an idea.

And, as usual, short :)

I'm sorry, this one is very short.
It will get better, given some time.

But it's at least getting, somewhere?
ahem.

And so we dive, nose deep, if not deeper.
Well, sort of?

And yes, too short again..
A slow writer.

More background I'm afraid.
The buildup being i n t e n s e.
Or just, plain boring? :)

Background mostly, we all need to see where they come from, don't we :)
(Especially me.)

Had to give up, on making it making sense :)
We'll see?

And yes, another short one.
(a little longer now.)
=

Don't know what you think.
Too contrived?

(and short too:)

A part more.

It's hard deciding the mode here, don't know how serious I should be.
Too serious, it becomes boring. To little, and it won't work for me.

Damned if I do, damned if I don't :)

I wring it as I write, and mood has a lot to do with it.
I'm not a very disciplined writer I'm afraid.

* This is a tentative continuance, no guarantees.
All because vanity calls.

I hope you won't be too disappointed.
We'll see if it works, or not.

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There’s a mountain, and no, I’m not speaking of one of those thin ones, those fashionably slim, elegantly cutting through the air. You know, the ones that all mountaineers so dearly love.

Haven't been writing for quite some time. And this is more of a test.
So bear with me if you find it ill written, and remember, you've been warned.

It's a SF, or maybe a mutation of fantasy meeting SF :)

(installing a revised, and corrected version of it, hoping it will read better)

With time running out, Emily uses her dress fitting as a chance to bargain her way out of her upcoming wedding.

The Confederation, a group of independent worlds bonded together for mutual trade and defence, have a dirty little secret in how they make their trading ships - hijacking the souls of dead transgendered. Please follow one subject's rebirth into the Confederation.

Epilogue to follow.

The Confederation, a group of independent worlds bonded together for mutual trade and defence, have a dirty little secret in how they make their trading ships - hijacking the souls of dead transgendered. Please follow one subject's rebirth into the Confederation.

Sorry, no space battles this time, only social disasters.