Love

A 10-post collection

Challenge #03046-H123: To Win at a Loss

They are a good lucker, but a scoundrel. True they could be quite kind, benevolent even, but they loved breaking the rules and getting into mischief. They'd been kicked out of more casinos than they cared to count, and had been escorted from stations more than a few times for bilking people for their time via gambling. After all, it's hard to catch a lucker at such antics if you don't know they're a lucker!

Then they met a bad lucker whose bad luck was almost the exact polar opposite of their good. The two, oddly enough, became fast friends. The good luck began to struggle, but the bad luck didn't get into so much trouble, either. -- Lucky

Nice does not always mean good. Good does therefore not always mean nice. Consider the paradox of sailing through life with minimal consequences. Any gamble comes out as a win, any chance is not really that chancy. It's really easy for those without consequences to become... well... horrible. When life treats you and your actions as gold, there is therefore nothing wrong with anything you do.

It's easy to be worse than a scoundrel when one is a Good Lucker working the assorted casinos and gambling dens of the Edge Territories. Elin knew this and she kept to a strict set of rules: Leave when unwelcome, never break the bank, be generous, and be kind to those who have less luck. It wasn't as if she couldn't afford it. One of her lesser-known rules was, Always target the assholes, because those folks were in desperate need of a kharmic realignment.

She had a yacht, which contained all the possible luxuries that didn't oppress anyone else, enough Time to keep herself comfortable for more than one lifetime. She had any number of bedmates to entertain, an enviable lifestyle, and a will that would help out all the bad-luckers whose only company would ever be their cats. Those poor sods needed all the help they could get. And, in a way, they were her people. There but for the grace of the Powers...

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Challenge #03021-H098: The Lengths Gone Unto

A man walk down the crossroad late that night that when he ran into a beast in black. The beast spoke “Boy that’s a heavy load you have on your back, I can take care of your troubles and your worry woes, all you gotta is sign.” Man said “beast I do believe another devil beat you to it this time. I do wish I had something to give but ‘fraid I’m sold out. If you ain’t looking for

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Challenge #02436-F246: A Concerning Countdown

I am a big fan of your "Humans are Space Orcs" Series, I read them every chance I can get. I would love to see this one for one of your stories. A deathworlder, a human, has been living with a Havenworlder as his bodyguard for quite some time. He is a scientist and was working with ways to extend a Human's lifespan and she has always been willing to volunteer for his work. Even when she was warned it might hurt.

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Challenge #01874-E050: Welcome Back

“The risk I took was calculated, but man, I’m bad at math.” -- TheDragonsFlame

It was later. The wounds had been repaired and bandaged. The fires had been extinguished. The echoes of the explosions had long since died down. And Tierl was still pissed. Because she was waiting for Jan to wake up after the flakking mess she'd made. Sure, there were upsides and downsides to loving a Lucker, and this was the one that irritated Tierl the most. Watching time

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Challenge #01549-D088: Reminiscing

How do you know I was cursing at you back then, love? You didn't speak my language yet, and I doubt you remember exactly what I said. For all you know I was paying you lots of loud, angry compliments. -grin- -- RecklessPrudence

"You forget," said Pal. "My livesuit was recording everything. I got a full translation in time, and you were cursing me out for everything under the sky."

T'tin was taken aback. "You knew what I was calling you, and

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An announcement

Firstly, I would like to thank Neil Gaiman for the idea that wound its way into my head and did what ideas do best: mutate into near cthulu-esque proportions.

See, the kind and apparently flamingo-like Mr Gaiman came up with/publicised All Hallows Read, an event in which people who celebrate Halloween [and even those who choose not to] can give away a spooky book to friends, family or complete strangers.

So I wrote a completely new story. From go to whoa,

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Who's Your Favourite?

It’s inevitable, really.

The instant you mention you like My Little Pony, you get asked “Who’s your favourite?”

Isn’t it okay to love them all?

I don’t choose favourites. The things I love, I love equally as much. Love is a fountain that never diminishes, to me. It should be shared as such.

Which is why my imaginary harem contains a shapeshifter, a giant purple talking crab thing, and three different versions

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