WRITER RAVINGS
Can I help myself when I get excited about my writing? No I cannot apparently. This is the equivalent of steam let out of a pressure cooker. I am doing this so I do not give in to temptation and publish yet ANOTHER story before I’ve finished at least one! 😂🤦♀️
Therefore I’m making it your problem tumblr. Have a snippet from Piett as a Jedi.
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Firmus was numb.
Everyone was yelling around him and gesticulating. Medics were working over the three boys he’d somehow thrown away from himself.
He’d had his eyes closed, but there had been witnesses all around the square. Witnesses who apparently couldn’t be bothered to step in and stop the brutal beating of an eight year old boy, but who were immediately doing their civic duty to report that the child had exhibited strange power and injured several others.
His power was feared on Axxila. There were whispers about evil magic users. Parents used it to keep unruly offspring in line. Old men gossiped about it and talked about magic users around the galaxy who could do terrible things with their power. Then they would spit to ward off the evil.
The civil officers were standing on either side of Firmus as his Father yelled about not being able to pay for the medical expenses for the bullies and it wasn’t his fault anyway.
Several shop keepers were hollering about the damage to their storefronts because apparently the shock wave Firmus had created, had shattered glass as well.
He didn’t know. He hadn’t asked for this.
Then Rilla was there, panting and holding a stitch in her side as she paused near him and took in the destruction and hubbub around them before she reached for his bloody face, her eyes full of grief and fear.
“He needs a medic too,” she said into the screaming match over their heads. His wonderful, courageous sister. “Firmus is hurt!” she said loudly, and Father finally stopped yelling to look at her.
“What are you doing here?” he asked blankly. “Go home. There’s been enough trouble.”
“All right,” Rilla answered, turning to Firmus. “Come on. I’ll see what I can do…”
“Oh this one isn’t leaving,” said one of the officers, a hard hand clamping down on his very sore shoulder. He winced under this grip. “There’s all this to pay for. And all these witnesses say they saw this boy use…power.”
“He did!” puffed the fruit seller, running up with his datapad. “Look! Here on my security feed!”
Firmus waited and Rilla slid a hand into his as Father and the officers watched the black and white recording. He couldn’t see it, but Father’s face went white with fear and anger before he lifted his eyes to meet Firmus’s.
He swallowed and gripped Rilla’s hand fiercely.