Ouch!

Ocellus inhaled sharply before turning to meet Smolder's searching gaze with as much patience as she could muster.

"Um, you're standing on me."

Realisation dripped slowly into Smolder's eyes, forcing them into the shape of saucers.  "A—Again? You just keep finding your way under me, huh?"

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Smolder dropped the quill onto her desk and leaned back, watching the wedge of amber light steal her essay from the paper it was written on. Her neck hurt, her wrist hurt, her brain hurt. But it was done. Somehow, she had survived.

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Hi, gang!

I wasn't planning on dropping another blog post so soon, but I just wanted to say a big thank you for helping contribute to the nice feedback and reception my first two stories have had. And also for following. Really appreciate it, and I hope future stories continue to make that follow worthwhile.

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Well, tonight me-time anyway. Your experience may vary depending on location and time zone. And the length of the moderation queue.

But it will land. At some point.

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So I woke up this morning with a frightening sense of duty and responsibility. I think it might have something to do with that follower count of mine having increased from 0 to a number that isn't 0. In a word, eek.

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