Cora stared steadily at her opponent. He was panting, hunched over in an attempt to protect himself from the next blow. Seeing this huge beast of a man cower before her was satisfying. He was winded, almost trembling, and she wasn’t even breathing heavy. She tried in vain to keep the smile off her face. He was hopeless and they both knew it. It was cruel for her to prolong the moment, but she couldn’t restrain herself. It had only taken her a minute to reduce this soldier to a coward on the defense. Invincible elite, indeed.

She moved in closer, unsheathing her sword. Anyone else would keep their distance, not take a chance, finish him with a bullet. But this wasn’t about safety. This was about power. And she wanted everyone to know that she had destroyed this man.

She took the final blow, a slash to the throat. She blinked, shocked as her sword clanged against the soldiers steel arm guard and she felt a pain in her stomach. She met the soldiers eyes, which were steady and calm. She stood there, unmoving, unable to believe what had just happened. He had blocked her death blow and stabbed her with a concealed dagger. His defensive position had been a feint.

She felt the sharp pain as he removed the dagger and pushed forward, knocking her on her back. He followed her to the ground and she felt the blade cut through her throat. She struggled to take a breath, knowing her windpipe was severed and useless, but unable to fight her body’s natural impulse. She could tell by the way that her vision shifted that her body must have been convulsing, struggling to take in breath, but she was too distracted by the spots forming in her vision to feel it.

Her eyes roved over the light and shadows on the cement bricks. She had chosen this secluded underground hallway for the advantage it would give her. She had chosen this space because no one would discover the body of this guard until it was much too late.

She could barely see, everything was going dim and blurry. She didn’t see him. He had probably already left to raise the alarm. Fast and efficient, there was no reason to waste time watching her inevitable death.

And then black.

almost, but not quite, a complete failure

hi blog!

so now that that irksome BEDA is over and there’s no real reason for me to write, here i am!

so remember when i had a daily blog, that then was an almost daily blog, which then became silent as a fucking tomb? yeah, that was fun, right? not really sure what i’m gonna do about that. like, should i start writing in it again? should i change the focus entirely? like, should i turn it into a photo blog of some kind? …i feel like a photo blog would fail faster. i don’t know. then again, i admittedly haven’t given it much thought. as in the amount of time it’s taken me to write this paragraph is the amount of time i’ve dedicated to it.

in other news (if you really wanna glorify it by calling it that), i still knit stuff. so that’s still a thing. i have a few projects that i’m going to make for a few specific people. i haven’t decided what to do for everyone else. and i’m half-way finished with a hat that i’m procrastinating because working for more than a few hours will result in my hand hurting like a motherfucker for the next week (because of the material). so… that’s the best excuse i can come up with. i’d have a better one, but again, not much time dedicated to it.

so what have i been dedicating my time to? mostly watching TV and writing. …i wish the writing was more extensive than the TV ratio, but it’s not. except for the past couple days. the only problem with the writing progress is it’s quite scattered. i’ve been working on Theta and Delvia (for the past week especially) when i’m supposed to be working on Death Haven. btw, Delvia and Death Haven are working titles, Theta will probably be called Theta. but i don’t know. nothing’s set in stone. i’m just writing it. and not very well. so you can’t depend on me to come up with titles, nor know if they’re permanent ones.

thinking of bad writing, you should see the beginning of a scene in the second act of Theta i wrote the other day. or actually, you shouldn’t. it’s horrible. usually you write something, and you come back the next day, and you gape in horror at the monstrosity and delete as fast as you can whilst thanking God or the universe or whatever you might thank that no one will ever see your ugly shame. but this thing, this character’s introduction to the second act, i knew was horrible as i wrote it. which means it’s far worse than any of my thankfully deleted ugly shame that you shall never see. i mean, i haven’t even worked up the courage to reread. i don’t want to admit to myself that such drivel could be produced by my brain. i’d like to keep sound my fantasy that i’m better than that. and that’s the update on that.

and… well, that’s all i can really think to say. i mean, that was pretty fucking dull as it was, and it can only go downhill from here, so i’ll spare us both and end it here.

…this post. not my life. though, on second thought, you could be right. i might be wasting perfectly good air. but i’m gonna go continue to waste it, or maybe use it wisely (says my mentally stable optimistic side), as i continue to work on Theta and maybe Delvia, but probably not Death Haven when it’s the only thing i should be working on. or maybe i’ll surprise myself and start working on something else altogether, thus putting me further behind on everything else. because that’s just the type of thing i’m wont to do.

# of projects being worked on (writing not included): 5
# of books being worked on: 5
# of ANYTHING finished: 0

winning. #sarcasm

oh hey! just remembered something i AM making progress with, and that’s my reading! hooray for audiobooks! otherwise i’d be a failure at everything. #sadbuttrue

song of the day: Does & Hoes

random picture i took today: