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The Border's Reign
As A Series
(i.e.: My Baby)
In a nutshell: This series explores the ethical implications of manufacturing and enforcing prophecies. While the Border etc. has varying importance and influence, it is what ultimately connects every single one of these (hopefully very different) stories. I explain how it works every time, as well, so you can read as little or as many as you like. Combinations (even though it's short), Splitting Hairs, Salute, Even Still,Bewinkled, The Girl With the Expiration Date, and When Beast Owns Nature are all part of this.
The Girl With the Expiration Date
Companion Novel: When Beast Owns Nature
To use the Hero's Journey formula, this is the latter journey through the eyes of the 'mentor-character'. In a modern setting. Confronting the ethics of prophecy manufacturing.
Were you ever given a job that's important, so important that your actions could dictate the outcome of something much bigger than you? If you failed, other people would fail—have you ever known that sort of responsibility?
How would you react to knowing the exact moment of your own death, years ahead of time? How do you think you would be if, say, you knew you probably had to initiate it, to ensure it happened, or else cause people you have come to love to fail so monumentally they never recover? Would you do it for them? Would you do it then?
How about for humanity itself, in its entirety?
What if you had to decide all of this, and you were only fourteen years old?
When Beast Owns Nature
Companion Novel: The Girl With the Expiration Date
Formerly Click; I think you will all agree when I say this title fits better. I'm trying out a completely different writing style, largely inspired by authors Sarah Dessen and John Green.
They never tell you what happens after the hero saves everything in existence. This is why.
Tressin Johnson is the sort of woman who didn't need ghosts or demons to be haunted, because she does it just fine on her own. The worst part is, if she had her way, she would talk about it. Seek therapy, find comfort in other human beings—anything but keep it inside. She isn't allowed to speak of it, though. The last thing Tressin could be called is ordinary—it's obvious, even in her name—but she is forbidden to be anything else.
It's hard to be angry at the enforcers of these rules, though. Not only do they live by the same code, they have saved her life more times than they will say, and definitely more than she is willing to pry into. It would be hyperbole to call Tressin a ticking time bomb, but in a way she is. It's only a matter of time before she shatters, unless she can find a way, a person, a place in which to save herself.
They never tell you what happens after the hero saves everything in existence. Tressin is why.
Chapter 8: Eh. I lost my train of thought/inspiration (it was kind of a phase I went through). I don't know when this will be up. It only had, like, one review anyway.
This has traces of The Little Mermaid in it, if you think about it. I thought that was pretty fun. :)
The Date: "She is taking this prostitute out on a date come hell or high water, and her plan is going to work because it would break her if it didn't." This is something Kirsten does while she and Conner have that four year separation. It is totally canon.
She's quirky, but that's no reason to assume she's from another world. She loves watching fights, but that doesn't conjure the picture of her killing her first Hunter while the other children in her generation learn cursive. She's never had a steady boyfriend, but nobody would guess it's because of a contract binding her, body and soul. Just because she doesn't look like she's thirty years old doesn't automatically mean that she's an alien. The funny thing is that it's all true anyway.
She's a liar, but she's got a tell. It's not obvious; you can't see it by looking at her. You can't see it by being her friend. Wait until she gives her heart away, and then it will all come out. Once you know her, you can't go back.
He never knew what he was getting into. His wildest dreams weren't even this crazy.
The year 2015 is overrun with technology, but sincerity still exists. This isn't new, and it isn't old, it is merely the manifestation of love in circumstances that are a little less than ordinary.
From the Border's Reign universe, yes, but no recognizable characters anywhere.
An Enigmatic Future (LINK: .com/s/2893830/1/An_Enigmatic_Future) is basically an alternate universe, meant only for those who have read the story. I can't say more than that, because there are major spoilers. ;P
Then there's a canon oneshot about Maeos :D (LINK: .com/s/2931966/1/Maeos). I wouldn't read this until you've finished the story first, though. I made no effort to streamline things for the ignorant reader whatsoever.
What if women ruled the world?
We joke about it, but what would really happen if estrogen triumphed over testosterone, if the essential traits that accompanied those hormones were flipped?
In reality, it would be easy to predict when war would break out. The political games would become even more mind-bendingly complex than they are today. The punishments would raise goose bumps on your skin. In reality, women would be like men. Broad. Muscled. Aggressive. Providers. If you end up small and weak, like Nahpenei, your very life could be jeopardized by day to day existence. It's a wonder she's lived this long, it truly is.
And men—in reality, they would become like women. Soft. Accommodating. Dependant. Caretakers of the children and home. Having the gall to talk back to a woman, like Maeos, is almost certain death in this precariously balanced world. Men are meant to be seen, not heard. His continued existence is another miracle, surely.
Oh, but there are always alternate lifestyles. The Nazom, for example. There, men are not only tolerated, but considered equal to their female counterparts. The Queendom would have been annihilated dozens of cycles ago, if it weren't such a convenient port for trade with the Islands. Trade anywhere along the otherwise uninhabitable eastern coast of the continent, actually.
An undersized exile, a man with a temper, and an alternative country. All in all, an unlikely trio. One certainly in for a rough time, for being so nonconformist. But even still, it's interesting. Even still, it ignites some curiosity. After all, women are ruling the world.
Young Adult: Crime/Supernatural
Applicable to Border's Reign, but another complete standalone. Also the darkest, most explicit-everything story I have ever written.
In a world billions of light years away, accessible only through worm holes and sheer luck, there lives a race of humans as advanced as we are. But there are a few differences. The technology is a little greener; there is no such thing as cell phones; and one puff of Rink, the drug of choice, has more tar than an entire pack of cigarettes. The government is outrageously conservative, and while there is magic—or energy manipulation, as they prefer to call it—it is repressed, existing only in tiny, remote pockets. These places aren't meant to be easy to find, but if law enforcement were to stumble across them, somehow, they would discover rebels of every shape, size, and specialty.
There's a golden boy with a dark history. A promiscuous woman with an ancient, evolutionary purpose. A Rinker who is smarter than all of them combined. A killer who might just feel some remorse. These all sound like stereotypes, but remember that this is a different world. By our standards, even these things turn out a little weird, a little messed up, a little stilted—in other words, a little bewinkled.
Without Being Told
Inspired by 'Soul Mate' by Natasha Beddingfield. More of a political commentary than you'd think, though not as blatant as, say, George Orwell. If you look underneath the cutesy scenes, you'll probably see it.
I'm updating with no real rhyme or reason. Just whenever I remember to. So… yeah. Sorry in advance for my lack of reliability with this one, kids.
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