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grim coconut raccoon ...abs by neurotype
Anything in Muro...with abs. As you can see, the anatomy is more imaginative than not. (Yes, I've sold several of these. Don't be afraid :eyes:)

Meanwhile in Australia

I am telling you to buy things. (We don't discuss why, except by note. Thanks.) 

10 deviants said Analog…
4 deviants said Nature Futures 2…
2 deviants said Cicada…




as the title fails to suggest, I will be dead to da for a while. hopefully back with pics. shit though I did the math and I can count the number of times I've spent seven consecutive days in my own bed  since March on one hand. somehow I've kept up on tv though, thank you Internet.

Aula found she was pregnant when the ship's scanner announced it over the com. "43 individuals on board," it said the second she'd finished her physical, and then she had to go to Chern and tell him the first non-terrestrial human would be born before they'd met up with the other ships.

In honor of the abandoned planet, they decided to follow an ancient indigenous tradition and name the child after the first thing Aula saw when she gave birth. No one pointed out it wasn't a real practice; the single drop of blood between all 42 colonists somehow wouldn't pull its weight.

The morning sickness started as they passed the Orion Nebula, an impossibility hurtling past the stars. "I can't believe we haven't found a single habitable zone," Shien whispered over coffee, and it was hard not to reach over and smack her for saying it so loudly. The baby hadn't started kicking yet, but Aula imagined his rice-grain heart pulsing, the webs between his fingers receding as he reached out to grasp her flesh.

When the third trimester begun, Suri counted six months since the last they'd heard from one of the other ships. Aula, who was on maternity leave now, frowned and reached for a console. Suri slapped her hand back. "You know what stressors do to the baby's epigenetics."

Aula scowled and bit back the thought of tears. Damn hormones. "Then stop telling me about it. Go bother John."

"I don't like John."

"There's nothing wrong with him as a navigator." Aula found her fingers against her distended belly before she'd consciously registered the baby's kick. The shower was next week. It was supposed to be a surprise, but there wasn't the space to hide things like that, not really.

"Who's the father?"

"Some man."

Suri took the hint. No one else bothered her about it, but Aula wasn't deaf and the whispers echoed in their cramped living quarters. Something was wrong with the sensors. The trajectory was locked unless they found a mass to slingshot off, and whatever lay ahead was jamming their sensors. The cautiously optimistic thought it must be the other ships' safety perimeter. Aula started hearing the more delusional, though, who said her baby would save them. There was a fever in the air, but when Dr. Szymanski asked if she wanted a private birth, she shrugged.

Her water broke two weeks after the radar, their most basic of devices, stopped returning more than a green haze. Aula walked herself to the bay they'd set up, draped herself in scrubs, and triggered her emergency beacon. The room filled right as her contractions began, and then there wasn't time for anything else.

She squeezed someone's hand. She pushed. Breathed in loud huffs nothing like the night she'd had him made in a test tube. Pushed more. Harder. Fantasized about slapping the nurse, who was doing her best to be kind.

And then a fresh shrillness burst the air. Time to name him.

She found the strength to lift her head. Someone proferred the baby, but it was pointless. Aula let her hands dangle off the bed.

"What's his name?"

"Event Horizon," she whispered.
Would you rather...
49 deviants said take no medication, but deviate noticeably from the norm
32 deviants said be fully functional on medication but exceptionally dysfunctional off it
7 deviants said Just in case: don't lay out your medical history here. It is information you should keep safe.

A Smattering of Lit News

Tue Nov 27, 2012, 1:37 AM

Deadlined Things

:star: :star: :star: All Hallow's Tales 2014 - deadline October 25 :star: :star: :star:

ScreamPrompt #50, October 2014 - the last one ever o:

Ye Pirate Tales - deadline October 17

The Writer's Smile Project - deadline October 17

TWM CATastrophe Contest - deadline October 31

Ghost Stories Lit Contest - deadline October 31

Closeness Writing Contest - deadline November 1

Second Spring Contest - deadline November 1

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Memnalar Featured By Owner Edited 17 hours ago
Every time I come over here you have a FUCK YOU I'M SABBATICAL journal up. That can't be coincidence. (srsly: don't die)
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nawkaman Featured By Owner 1 day ago
You disabled comments on the post that sparked this, so I'll say it here:

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(you might want to add this to your repertoire)
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"Summer is Coming." Nice.
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That GoT meme :giggle:
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