May 242017
 

Alright, so it appears that we’ve been having a bunch of site issues lately. If any of you are wordpress.org wizards or know anybody who is, hit me up on my Contact page. I think part of the problem is that the site isn’t doing a fresh reload for each user.

I don’t want to accidentally blow up this site by strong-arming things myself, so haaalp. Also, if you have any bug reports, send them my way.

Thanks!

kaleidofish

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May 232017
 

VOTE FOR REDWOOD CROSSING ON TOP WEB FICTION

Was hate to blame for the thrumming in her chest? Was it hate that drove her to pull her closer until there was nary a space between them? Had it not been for their clothes, she was sure Shreya would feel her heartbeat. The pain that had once been accompanied by its thudding had lifted, a familiar warmth filling her.

You hate her, Elspeth reminded herself. She’d intended her proof to be shown in a single decisive kiss, but her greed and loneliness had reared up in tandem. She wanted to ride the spark she finally felt. So be it if her enemy was at the core of it.

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May 182017
 

Finally, it’s here! Sorry this took so long. Please forgive me for any dictation related typos. If something doesn’t make sense, read it out loud and hopefully it’ll make more sense. If you are not up-to-date with the story as of Chapter 55, do not read this. You will be spoiled if you do.

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May 162017
 

VOTE FOR REDWOOD CROSSING ON TOP WEB FICTION

The thought of playing dead crossed her mind. She imagined the look of horror on everybody’s faces when they finally opened the trunk to discover she’d ran out of oxygen. That was why on the journey over to the woods, she didn’t fuss or kick against the trunk. Elspeth played as a silent, although seemingly willing, passenger.

There were ample opportunities in which she could’ve screamed to be let out. For whatever reason, Zinnia and Sunflower had cut a path through the town. Elspeth had to listen to the going-ons of the passerbys on the street. None of them had any awareness of their errors being kidnapped. The whole thing was comical, really, and she would’ve laughed if she didn’t care about being discovered.

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May 092017
 

She didn’t care when her mother told her off about the social, nor did she care when her mother hugged her for making an effort to connect. When she talked to her aunt, the same thing happened. An un-feeling. Disinterest steeped in the emptiness of her hollow chamber.

At first, it vexed her. Shouldn’t a kiss, a dance, a minor bit of flirtation drum up something in her? Had her violet-colored heart drained of its color? Girls that should’ve made her weak at the knees did nothing for her. They were pretty, in a detached, clinical sense. Objectively pretty, objectively meeting her standards, but, subjectively, they lacked hooks.

No intrigue. Nothing to invite her curiosity. They turned out to be bland; every last one of them had been a waste of her time. Elspeth deserved better than that. She needed someone who could ignite something in her, someone who could burn a fire so hot that its smoke would overtake everything else.

Someone normal, someone who wasn’t her mortal enemy.

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May 022017
 

Sorry, folks. I’ve got some deadlines for work that I have to hit, which made me behind with the latest chapter. I don’t want to slap together something that I won’t be happy with, so the chapter will have to come out next Tuesday.

So… I’m going to use this post for something that I see a lot of webcomic artists do, and that’s a questions & answers session. You can leave a comment here with questions for me or one of the characters. Leave as many questions as you’d like and I’l have some answers up before the next chapter goes out.

Who knows…maybe one of your questions will inspire a Bonus/Interlude chapter? :O

Note: I won’t answer things that will be spoiler-heavy.

Ask questions through a comment on this post, this anonymous question box on our blog, or by sending me an e-mail.

Thanks and sorry for the delay, all.

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Apr 262017
 

Link to the May 2nd, 2017 announcement if you’re unable to find it.

You know your Redwood Crossing vote went through when you see text to the tune of “thanks for voting” informing you of such.

If you don’t see that for both of the poll options, that means your vote didn’t go through! We’ve got an uneven amount of votes this week. It happened to 2 people (maybe the same ones?) last week, too. If you have any issues getting your second vote through, please send me an e-mail through the Contact page.

Thanks!

kaleidofish

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Apr 252017
 

VOTE FOR RWC ON TOP WEB FICTION

Shreya held hands with her bruises, her fingers slotting over the empty spaces between them. Her arms had been grabbed harder than she realized. A warning, perhaps, for what would happen to her if she told anyone about what she and the others had done to those rabbits.

The marked skin tinted an unsightly shade. It burned to the touch, the pain radiating outwards and inwards.

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Apr 182017
 

VOTE FOR REDWOOD CROSSING ON TOP WEB FICTION

It was a shame, Marietta mused, that things were turning out this way. Based on what she’d gleaned from Zinnia’s recent investigation session, Shreya had confessed and Ellie hadn’t taken it well. Now they were at a standstill, a bunch of pieces on the opposite ends of the board.

If she’d been able to get her hands on Shreya before she opened her mouth, she would’ve prepared her for the fallout. Marietta wished she’d seen it. Had Ellie collapsed to the ground, fainting from the shock of it all? Did Shreya push big wolf tears out of her eyes? Broken. Broken. They both had to be so broken.

Someone has to fix that.

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Apr 112017
 

VOTE FOR REDWOOD CROSSING ON TOP WEB FICTION

The methodical fwip, thud of arrow striking strawman post filled Shreya’s ears. The nighttime’s low visibility further honed her senses in on the noise—the soaring, then the hit. It was a mechanical process, a mindless practice where Shreya would become the system in her hands. She was the bow, the bolt, the focused arm, and the guiding sight line.

The target’s head sprung an arrow. The second shot split a spot already taken. Her third sunk into its chest. She’d turned the dummy into a jumble of jutting lines. Its straw and bramble body sloughed off in places, pieces sliding off in clumps. Despite its abuse, Shreya loaded and fired another arrow into its form.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding all day.”

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