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Untitled Story 1, Chapter 2, Book 5... I gotta figure out a title for this new series. Chapter name: THE MINIGAME.

Grey rainclouds hid the rising sun and threatened rain as Mica stepped into the automatic taxi company’s checkered yellow cab. His hope was that the weather would stay away until midday; training in cool weather was always preferable to the heat, especially considering all the bare metal on his rig and in the ring.

He sighed as the front window of the driver-less cab started to mist up with sprinkling rain as its’ engines whined back to life, lifting off and skimming across the gro...

Untitled Story: Chapter 1 - Streetwise Hercules

The lights flickered ever so slightly in the workshop on the gray November day as the row of solid-state generators were taxed just beyond their limits. This in and of itself wasn’t much of note; the light industrial complex buried in the remains of New Jersey wasn’t connected to the main grid, so people had to make do. Originally, local capacity was designed to handle a woodworking shop here, an auto shop there - light stuff, hence the zoning, parking, and cafeteria options.

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Smolive Garden, Chapter 23: DeMOTHcracy

He was himself, and he had always been himself, and he knew that on an instinctual level that there were others like him, but who were not him. Scent markers, pheromone triggers, wing patterns, quirks on landing and takeoff - all these thing helped him realize where he ended and others began.

There were other ways for him to know, tastes on the air and feelings in his head that uttered imperatives, commands that he obeyed without understanding why. Why, itself, was a though...

Smolive Garden, Chapter 22: Taco Truck Technicals

Azul kept mashing the “go up” button in vain mimicry of her warm-cuddle coworkers, believing somehow that the aggression she put into the button press would be translated into vertical speed. It didn’t work, and a large part of her mind knew it wouldn’t, but it made the situation feel better and that’s what mattered. As the elevator finally reached her office suite it let out a happy series of chimes, the otherwise calming melody seeming to mock her as it delayed the opening of the ...

Smolive Garden, Chapter 21: Of Tribes and Timecards

[Princess] pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth and rubbed a well-worn worry spot with the flat of her tongue. Ever since she started working full-time with tiny-chompers, she had to get noseblind to a few common smells: a little bit of fear, the overwhelming scent of pick-me-up, a couple copper tangs of blood. The various colognes and deodorants that they slathered on themselves only masked, partially, everything else, and so it was through discipline and training that her and th...

Remember like 8 months ago when those two trains collided?

Yeah anyway this is absolutely how it went down in the days of futurepast.

Smolive Garden, Chapter 20: Out of the mouth of babes

Lmao I'm posting this from a cement truck lmao
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“[Red, or blue?]” The warmcuddle asked, holding the first uniform up to Sreshec before switching to the second. 

Sreshec gnawed on her tongue as the warmcuddle - one of her many assistants - alternated uniforms, a look of serious concern on his face as he studied her expressions for any indication of which she favored. Morale was incredibly important in any organization, and Sreshec knew this; she als...

Smolive Garden, Chapter 19: Phone Home

14 hour shifts + downtime + caffeine pills = time to write. There's time now, paradoxically.

It's also compiled at 3AM, so we right back on my bullshit, lmao

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The ring that pierced the silence of the foyer was a bright mechanical one, an iron clapper ramming against a small aluminum bell housed within the base of the telephone the source of the cacophany. The telephone itself would have been considered an antique model before The Great Clusterfuck - at least, it was m...

Smolive Garden, Chapter 18: Guerilla Marketing

We just comin' back, no fanfare, no items, final destination. LET'S DO THIS.
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Professional, commercial kitchens are a thing of orchestrated chaos; everyone is busy making everything from scratch - or near scratch - all the time, for every client, as the orders come in. There’s custom requests, prep-work for certain dishes, re-makes and send-backs, and generally not enough idle space to have anyone hanging out doing nothing for any period of time.

It was only in those in-bet...

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LIFE HAS MANY DOORS, FEDBOI

Henlo. It's been a while. I've been up to stuff. I've been getting my groove back. 

The dead have buried the dead, and now we ride.

Smolive Garden, Chapter 17: Orientation Day

You know. I think I just needed 2022 to end for the muse to come back.

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The young man walked along the overly-wide sidewalk, head down, kicking a gray pebble with his foot. Keith Urban was having a day, and he was idly wondering how much worse it was going to get before bed. It started well enough; a friend of a friend was curious about him, the campus coffee shop was empty, and he was able to hitch a ride on one of the Orbital Mechanics 101 TA...

They are Smol, Lewd, and full of appropriate puns

Irr’tnail’nant tapped his claw-tips in an uneasy syncopation as he stepped out of the elevator. Next to him stretched a large transparent section of wall showing a vast expanse of rust-red sand and ancient cliffs. This was his first time on the [human] colony of [Mars]; while the Karnakian felt well-trained enough to interact with any of the little sapients without injuring them, he’d still been unprepared for the utter horror of suddenly being surrounded by so many of them ins...

Smolive Garden - Chapter 16: The absolute and most correct choice

There are many people who ‘live’ and ‘work’ in space; trillions of sapients, collectively, worked in ships, on stations both large and small, on tethered asteroid colonies and a dozen other forms of interstellar habitation and industry besides. However, there is a particular line of demarcation between those who ‘live and work’ within the bellies of these massive beasts, enjoying the purified air, recycled water and faux greenery and parks of the relative safety that kilometers of...

Smolive Garden: Chatper 15 - Watercooler

A/N: Hey everyone. Firstly, I do a lot of announcements on the fly in the Discord, so if you want to absolutely be kept up to speed on the cutting-edge smology that's going on, that's the place to be. I'd like to apologize, again, for the delay: Not only was I hit with about 15K of housing damages and a wonderful work trip to Austin for a week, but dad also died about 4 days before my birthday in August, so that was some shit to get over. The 28th of September was his birthd...

Smolive Garden, Chapter 14: Zero Michelin Stars, and proud of it

Professional education comes in many ways; it can be delivered in a formal classroom environment, can be self-taught, or - in many instances - is simply produced on-the-job as it happens. The rarest of all forms, however, is when a professional watches something unfold, and has enough experience to draw from to develop an internal lesson plan. In most cases, the professional in question generates their own internal narrative and slowly pieces together exactly what’s happening, how ...

Smolive Garden, Chapter 13: The first booth scene

A/N: I'm not going to make any more promises about "being back to normal" because literally after I do that some bullshit crops up and knocks me right out for a week or two. Instead, here is smol, and I'm already pre-writing next chapter.

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Tyson grunted as he hefted the filled plastic drink pitchers onto the table, the multiple buttons, ribbons, bells and doodads pinned to the straps on his suit jiggling with the effort. “That’s one redleaf tea and one s...

Good news, everyone!

Oh that didn't really blow up much at all. Let's try something else....

AWW YEA. The book is now being read by the beta readers who volunteered on the discord server, and we should have all revisions done by or before August 1st. After that, it's probably one more draf...

Smolive Garden, Chapter 12: Check-in is at 6PM, Chicken at 9.

The klaxon suddenly sounded, the preparation room bathed in an eerie red light as from multiple entryways the human crew rapidly assembled. Each of them were kitted out in a custom suit, bright and colorful yet hiding civilian-grade armor protection, emergency padding, and dozens of holsters and pouches.

Some of those holsters and pouches were filled with innocuous things: extra cutlery, menus, straws, crayons and playmats (for the young and young at heart). Other held more fun and exot...

Smolive Garden, Chapter 11: Conspicuous? Me? Never!

Warmcuddles really are a marvel.

Sreshec smiled to herself as she flipped through her notes, the din of Gentle Expanse’s spaceport settling into a nice background hum. The evening spent with the two Dorarizin had paid off in a wealth of information given both explicitly and implicitly; Sreshec liked to think that it was her feminine wiles and quick wit, but if she was being truthful it was probably the addition of unlimited, high-quality intoxicants of their choice on demand helped 2022-06-24 04:56:37 +0000 UTC View Post

Secret Behind the Scenes Secret thing

Hey smols, you wanna see a neat trick?!

Don't tell no-one, cause we're just in preliminary talks, but....

I know I'm a month late in getting back to them hecc I kno it's fine trust me-

But seriously. We'll see if this will work out, and if it does, I'm going to make sure y'all have a free or premium copy if possible. <3 if not, we'll do it ourselves o...

Book 6 Chapter 10 Scraps

A/N: Hey hey! I know, we're updating a ton in one day - almost like when RL isn't beating the shit out of me I have more time for smol, lmao. Also, make sure you check out chapter 10, I just added the art to it. <3

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Lmao updated scrivener lmao what is this trash

- did I post chapter 9 scraps? Chec...

Smolive Garden, Chapter 10: Willing Rube

Author's Note:
There is a depressing regularity in which I find myself apologizing for missing deadlines. Over the past few weeks, I've found myself in and out of medical clinics, in and out of lawyer's offices, and having multiple contractors over to figure out why they repaired my house incorrectly, and who was going to pay for it. Add to that holding down a normal job, and unfortunately smol chapters had to go on a small (hah!) hiatus.

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