More fic spam

Maybe at some point I'll get this beta'd , put headers up with links and tags. I haven't got the beginning of this part right, but I want to keep going with it.

He didn’t get the chance to wonder what a name “not meant for ears” sounded like. The moment he said the words, he knew. It didn’t sound like anything. It felt wonderful.

III

It was both a physical sensation and an emotional one, like a baby’s tiny fingers instinctively grasping yours, or a lover’s first kiss. It said, ‘Hello, this is me. What is the shape of your soul?’ Kevin didn’t know how long this heaven lasted.

The dull thud- creek- thud sound of rescue-bots pulled him back to painful reality. One ‘bot commanded, “Remain still while we assist you.” His vitals were scanned and a mask was slipped over face.

After that the voices of ‘bot seemed to come in waves. Shouting one second far away the next. The audible version of those strange antique photos his mother had. He recalled giggling as a child at the term ‘fish-eye-lens.’ Was there a ‘fish- ear-what’s-it’ too? The lucid thought that a sleep-inducer was added to the oxygen slipped away like a gold fish.

The report from one of the rescue-bots that Joe seemed loud enough to cause another cave-in. Kevin wished the mask would allow him to reprimand it. Not because of the danger, it put him in. Something like that should be said in hushed reverent tones. Even if the sole living being to hear it already knew the moment it happened.

Fic spam part four.

Any sort of feedback is welcome. Even if it's to tell me to give it up.

Kevin woke up thirsty and aching everywhere. Like the time he had Grey’s plague he was in his childhood home with his sisters watching over him. As the son of President Amanda Dunkin he couldn’t recover in a common hospital. If this was anything like before the convenient location didn’t mean his parents would visit often.

The absence of his parents didn’t bother him. Though he might’ve paniced if his sisters were gone. He’d dreamt they’d been hurt in the quake too. Any physical danger to them, and he’d set aside his smooth image and get primitive... Even if he was the only one not to earn his self-defense key and barely got the survival one with Kate’s help. He was the male.

With only a year between each of them they were closer than most sibling. Not that it was timed so for that reason. Amanda claimed she’d wanted to get all her gestating over and done with quickly. Kevin believed she used her reproductive license to its limit simply as a status symbol. Perhaps she had wanted to deny a neighbor something they dearly wanted. Like when she bought tripple the acreage she needed to isolate their residence.

yuck

I'm still very uncomfortable. I write a few words get up pace around. Sit. Put my feet up. Write. Pace.

Don't ask me why I can work on this wierd thing and not anyof my many WIPS. Maybe because it's just the beggining and I only stall in the middle of stuff? Could be it's just that the 200 drabble is a managable size. Maybe lack of sleep has just made me nuts.