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I have a really hard time writing :'( like coming up with ideas is so fun and i love mapping out the whole thing and backstories and history of the world and world building in general and then i actually have to write and it's like... im a toddler trying to put puzzle pieces together? like i...

It was pitch black. The chaos of before had evaporated into the inky darkness. Now it was just Terelye and Maraqua and the big, empty space. Somehow, they could still sense the walls around them. The ones they would never escape, even now. "Terelye?" Maraqua called out. There was silence for...

Three black-clothed men entered the out layer, guns held steady to shoot. Maraqua turned her upper body to look, causing the bags of oxygen tanks to clatter. A bullet whipped past her head. Almost stumbling over herself she ran. It was only a few feet between her and the subway. Just a breath...

She hooked her arms under Terelye's, pushing her limp body into the subway. "We made it," Maraqua chanted to both Terelye and herself. "We made it," Terelye responded, but it was nothing except a weak exhale.

Terelye sat on the floor. Her head rolled to the side and her body bent inward. She looked like a dead spider. Beside her was Maraqua who kicked at the door, her foot thudding painfully against metal. Energy was dwindling and with each forceful kick came a haggard gasp for air. Still, she continued.

Beyond the outer layer was... Nothing. It was nothing. As far as the eye could see was grey dust and craters. Their planet was gone, and both of the citizens had always known that, but looking out at that dead body of a planet was a loss of hope. Better judgment was useless in the dome. Every...

"Officer my friend is hurt. Please, help us!" Maraqua called out. Her hand slammed against the glass stall housing the officer. He glanced them over, settling on Terelye's stomach. Blood had run through the bandaging, staining her white dress. "We need your help, please!" The officer took his...

This'll probably take place over 3 weeks, enough time for Maraqua's stomach wound to heal. I think I'll also have them be in love, like soul mates who need each other—probably confused about it all though. Romance happens, but I don't think it's something either of them has considered. Maraqua...

Maraqua held tight to her friend's hand. Behind her, Terelye did her best to keep up, but her mind was beginning to swim. Her hand hovered over the still fresh wound. Adrenaline had pushed the pain away, but the ragged breathing proved she wasn't ready to sprint. Still, they continued across the...

While there were storage units within the station, they didn't know how far the distance was between them or if they could even open them. For a month they'd have to find supplies in a desolate tube that stretched for miles. That was if their oxygen tanks didn't run out first. With a couple of...

The knife was meant to cut into cooked meat, not still alive human flesh, but neither of them knew when the authority officers would return. It could be hours or days, but it didn't matter. This had to be done now. Pressing into her skin Maraqua steadied herself. No fear, no reservation, no...

"They're going to come back soon and search the property," she said, "that includes in here." "When?" "I don't know. They didn't say."

I'd love to read some of your work! Is there a particular goal you have, like positive or critical feedback, or would you just want someone to read it?

The dome is huge, probably like a small state worth of land. The problem isn't necessarily space, though it is a factor, but maintaining enough oxygen, food, and water for the entire population. Everything is human controlled and basically everything is just super limited. Everything is also...

Planet Nyd? I dunno... I want it to start with Planet. Planet something Authority officers seems like a reasonable name. The domes don't have names as communication isn't maintainable so there's no point in separating them by name. Technically they are dome #36, but it's just "the dome".

Stiff, black suits signified authority officers. They moved with solemn dignity, with tight-lipped frowns to prove it. The presence of those suits was never wanted. A signifier of failure, punishment, or something wrong. So as Terelye watched them from her window a heavy dread settled in her chest.

Terelye grabbed her shoulders, fingers digging into her skin. Face to face they both breathed heavy, one distraught, the other alarmed. "Why? Why would you go outside?" She said, despite keeping hushed her words were steeped with confusion and anger. "Do you want to be caught?" "How, I - let...

Terelye is a sweetheart. Growing up in a calm, more forgiving atmosphere allowed her to have a softness. She is a very giving individual who strives to make those around her feel seen and heard. After all, her farmhands are the people she will spend the rest of her life with, and so they are to...

"I need to talk to you about something." Terelye turned, basket perched on her hip, and carefully examined the farmhand who had approached her. "You seem scared," she said, "what's wrong?" "I saw someone near your home yesterday. It was dark out, but I couldn't tell who it was and... Have you...

All her life it had been there, nestled away, and if she had never been told, would she have ever known? Why didn't they tell citizens of it? Her fingers pressed into her stomach. Underneath skin and flesh was something hard. When she pushed, she could feel the edge of it. Was it there since...