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y’all know that trope where two people have been separated/apart and when they finally see each other they’re practically clinging to each other and you can practically feel the happiness and relief radiating off of them? that’s my crack

On the Set

A/N: here’s a short after a hiatus of not posting. just some shenanigans happenin’ on a movie set.^^

Word Count: 646

TW: None

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A row of spotlights lowered onto the group of people present on a set. It resembled a small town from the late 19th century, consisting of buildings of a wooden texture. The background featured an afternoon horizon, blurry and sunny.

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broken unbroken promises

finally inspired to write! so i make my grand return (for however short i stay) with @flashfictionfridayofficial​ prompt for this week! very fun to write all this angst

The wind whips angrily through the scrubby leaves on the tree. It tosses Ben’s curls around his face, breaking up his vision. If Cuckoo’s scarlet bandana had been tied any looser over her hair, it would have flown off. Working with Cuckoo’s boots, it kicks up dust swirls that sting legs as Cuckoo stomps back to meet up with the rest of the group.

“What the hell was that?” Ben half-shouts over the wind. They grab Cuckoo’s shoulder but she shakes them off. He tries again, and this time Cuckoo stops dead to whirl around and glare at him. He asks again, “What was that? We almost died out there.”

Faster than a whip, Cuckoo grabs his fingers where they rest on her collar and twists, making Ben yelp and pull back. She spits onto the ground, clearing her mouth of dust. “Yeah, well,” she challenges, “we didn’t die. We’re fine. Stop making such a big deal about it.”

“‘A big deal,’” Ben says incredulously. He jogs to catch up to Cuckoo. The fire that marks their campsite is only embers, but it is growing closer. Whether the pair made it before the wind snuffed out the last of the sparks was yet to be seen.

Petulantly, Cuckoo stops walking and pulls out a mud-stained bag. Ben slides to a stop, thrown off by the abrupt stop and the buffeting wind. The bag dangles from Cuckoo’s fingers, illuminated red by the setting sun. “Yes,” Cuckoo insists, shaking the bag. “We got what we needed! Supplies and favors for the road.”

“At what cost?”

“None!” she fires back. “Nothing happened! Everyone lived, no one was arrested this time. No scrapes, no bruises, no blood, no broken bones. You’re being dramatic.”

The fire snuffs out. Ben and Cuckoo don’t notice.

Ben snatches the bag from Cuckoo’s hand and puts it in the inside pocket of his coat. They grab Cuckoo’s collar and start dragging her with them. They hiss back at her, “I’m not being dramatic. I was trying to be optimistic.”

“The world’s too bleak for that,” Cuckoo shoots back half-heartedly. She’s stumbling after him, pretending to be struggling to find her footing again

“No!” Ben drags her around to stand in front of him, face to face, chin to chest. His composure crumbles. “You don’t get it. I was hoping you had changed. After last time you promised to do better. You had been doing better. But then today happened. You pulled that- that- pickpocketing again on the wrong person, and we all had to scatter. What happened? What changed? What about your promise?”

The wind stole the sound from his lips. Cuckoo’s throat bobbed up and down, but her upward gaze remained steely.

“I didn’t mean it.”

Cuckoo turned on her heel and strode towards where she thought camp was. The stolen emerald bracelet dances between her fingers, hidden in her pocket. Slowly, Ben faded where he stood, motionless, in the setting sun and wind-whipped dust, from sight, but not from Cuckoo’s concerns.

What were promises if you didn’t break them? She did mean it. Cuckoo simply didn’t mean to break it.

Skip Google for Research

As Google has worked to overtake the internet, its search algorithm has not just gotten worse.  It has been designed to prioritize advertisers and popular pages often times excluding pages and content that better matches your search terms 

As a writer in need of information for my stories, I find this unacceptable.  As a proponent of availability of information so the populace can actually educate itself, it is unforgivable.

Below is a concise list of useful research sites compiled by Edward Clark over on Facebook. I was familiar with some, but not all of these.

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Google is so powerful that it “hides” other search systems from us. We just don’t know the existence of most of them. Meanwhile, there are still a huge number of excellent searchers in the world who specialize in books, science, other smart information. Keep a list of sites you never heard of.

www.refseek.com - Academic Resource Search. More than a billion sources: encyclopedia, monographies, magazines.

www.worldcat.org - a search for the contents of 20 thousand worldwide libraries. Find out where lies the nearest rare book you need.

https://link.springer.com - access to more than 10 million scientific documents: books, articles, research protocols.

www.bioline.org.br is a library of scientific bioscience journals published in developing countries.

http://repec.org - volunteers from 102 countries have collected almost 4 million publications on economics and related science.

www.science.gov is an American state search engine on 2200+ scientific sites. More than 200 million articles are indexed.

www.pdfdrive.com is the largest website for free download of books in PDF format. Claiming over 225 million names.

www.base-search.net is one of the most powerful researches on academic studies texts. More than 100 million scientific documents, 70% of them are free

Happy STS! Your story gets told from someone else's perspective. Whose is it?

I’m answering this a bit late, whoops!

I love this question! For A New Infection (which is largely abandoned save for the characters but is still one of my stories) I might tell if from the perspective of an infected for a feel of disconnect and mystery surrounding the main trios actions. I think it would be a different way of telling the story.

For my current wip (which I need to fix the title for) I would probably pick a character to have pov, potentially splitting the book into multiple parts and having everyone take a turn. It’s going back to what I typically do, but I’d love to see more inside their heads than I do now with the way I’m writing