#maxbeewriting

thanks for the open tag, @a-wild-bloog!

i just came up with some exciting new monsters and i wanna shaaaaare:

In the glass, my own translucent reflection is joined by a horde of papery monsters: disconcertingly two-dimensional and stark white and crisply folded, like deadly origami. The monsters are enormous, easily twice my height--the reflection of the nearest is folded double, so its sharply-creased head hovers over my shoulder, tiny beady eyes glowing like menacing Scantron bubbles in faint mint green.

*interview proceeds with an enormous amount of feather ruffling and wing stretching. this has been edited out for brevity.*

Sonos breathes out, and sound returns. She flicks the folder shut, stands, and grins. “Welp, that’s all I needed to know. Thanks a million, Connie. I won’t tell anyone about our huddle up if you don’t.”

He shakes his head, just once. He’ll have to have a discussion with the receptionist. “The file, please.”

“Oh, no, this is mine now. They’re just prints. I know you’ve got the digitals still. You can say I stole them.”

“That’s what you’re doing.”

“Yeah, but you can say it like you put up a fight and lost, instead of letting me walk out with them. Again: I won’t tell if you don’t. Promise.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose. He can’t actually stop her, of course. Not here, and not now. “This doesn’t change anything.”

I was tagged by @maxbeewriting. Thanks!

The chittering does not subside, but it quiets, melds with the gentle purr of the engine, hums comfortably. Rackham feels both in his chest, coupled with anticipation. Not yet.

But very soon.

tagged by @midstorycrisis to find the words link(ed), desperate, and gain--thanks so much! this is so exciting!! I decided to use Angel Wings instead of Average because AW actually has all three (and also I miss Feathers Son something fierce right now)!

link:  He felt a primary or two snag in the barbed wire topping the chain-link, but he flared his too-heavy wings to slow his fall and rolled as best he could, which was disgusting even with the raincoat.

desperate:  He didn’t think Stone could muster an army in ten hours. Or, at least, he desperately hoped he couldn’t.

gain:  Whatever he was in—it definitely felt and sounded like in—continued to bob up and down with gained and lost weight, and eventually he felt someone slide onto the bench beside him.

tagged by @midstorycrisis to find words endless, urgent, doubt, and land/ed/ing--seriously this is my new favorite game i love it!! more AW for y’all:

endless:  He was kneeling on grimy off white linoleum between two filthy grey walls in a wide hallway that felt endless.

urgent:  This was more exposed than he wanted, too exposed, but Jorge’s urgent warnings from the afternoon echoed on loop between his ears and even though Desh had let go he hadn’t moved away.

landed:  He fluffed his feathers and started to close his notebook when Desh’s massive hand landed on the pages. Lucius froze and glanced at him. Desh smiled lazily.

doubt: 

“But you know they’re skipping cardio, right? It makes it easy to make them look bad.”

Arric quirked an eyebrow and glanced at Riko with a smile. Riko grunted and shrugged, and Arric said, “What did I tell you?”

“All right, all right,” Riko growled.

Then it was Lucius’s turn to arch an eyebrow, and he waited for Arric to explain. “I figured they had been. Others of us were more willing to give them the benefit of the doubt.”

tagged by @midstorycrisis! thanks!

If he’s fine with the rest of the flight that happens around here, he should be okay with Sam’s wings. They’re basically the same.

Except they’re not.

@maxbeewriting SAME HAT!!!