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    "You're kind. That's a rare quality to have in this world. And it's the best thing about you."
    The words that were once meant as a compliment now remind you every day that you are not fit for this world.
    This world preys on the weak. The kind.
    It's a miracle you've made it this far. 

    "Stay on the move. Avoid crowds. Boil and filter every drop of water. Pack light. Never eat a white mushroom." 

    A survivor crosses paths with a silent man in the ruins of the world. She wasn’t looking for company, but having someone to travel with can’t hurt, right? Besides, they’re heading in the same direction, and it’s only temporary.

    But something about the man haunts our protagonist. What kind of hell did he crawl out of? What is his damage?
    And why won't he speak?

     

    (Boots playlist)

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    21 Jul 2026

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    König and you, the new comms operator, rig an abandoned church for sound and video as a pre-op mission objective.

    Problem: There are no ladders.
    Solution: König is a ladder.

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    16 Jul 2026

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    “Paperwork for the new head of Q-Branch,” Tanner said.

    “Of course.” The words were like glass in his throat. Smoke inhalation was a bitch. His brain felt slow and foggy, like it was full of smoke too. “Who shall I take them to?”

    M lifted one white brow. “They’re for you, Quartermaster.”

     

    Bond and Q are drawn together by names, work, and a certain Aston Martin. In which Q is kidnapped once, Bond is poisoned twice, and Eve is a badass on at least three occasions. AKA that time I tripped and wrote 80,000 words of 00Q.

    All titles unapologetically stolen from Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

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    15 Jul 2026

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    We all make mistakes. Even the best of us, authors who have been writing for years, slip up. That being said, I’ve noticed a lot of writers, particularly young ones or newbies, taking a shot in the dark with spelling, grammar, and general formatting. While they should be applauded for sticking with their stories, these mistakes can frustrate readers and turn them away from a solid story. How many of us have clicked into a fic, only to leave when we find one big wall of text? How many of us have physically recoiled at an inappropriate synonym or substitution, the phrase snapping us out of the story and haunting us long after we’ve finished reading?

    For those writers who are starting out, inexperienced, or simply unsure, here are a few things I’ve noticed.

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    734 days. You'd been a prisoner, locked and hidden away in this solitary cell for over two years. Others there had committed petty crimes or made themselves an enemy of the Ultranationalists, and before them— the Soviet Union.

    A majority of prisoners hadn't done anything wrong at all, though they were too poor, too educated, or simply too much of a threat to the regime. Anyone could have been in the cell next to yours for any reason. But you? You knew why you were expected to rot away there.

    It was either die of disease or malnutrition in your cell, long forgotten by anyone who'd known your name, or be found by either side of the conflict and be killed. Death had called to you for a while; you didn't fear it. And you didn't fear the three, foreign operators when they broke through the door to your prison cell— or when the one with the skull mask held an assault rifle to your head.

    ❝And who the fuck is this?❞

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    01 Jul 2026

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