Everett Scaife
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I have always enjoyed writing and I have always dreamed of publishing my own series of science fiction books
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Beginner's Luck: Liminal 6
In a dazed confusion the Librarian slowly walked to the manic boy. When he stood over him, he lifted his mask and rubbed his eyes. Fluke paused his laughter trying to catch his breath and opened his eyes to see the man with a look of confusion on his face.
By Everett Scaifeabout 24 hours ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Liminal 5
Fluke's body was screaming in pain after two continuous hours of chopping at the tree. Sweat was soaking through his clothes, streams of it ran down his back and arms. Luckily, his mask seemed to keep the sweat from burning his eyes, though when he exerted himself, he felt the hot air build up behind the mask, threatening to suffocate him. With shaking arms, he set the axe against the tree and walked to the stump to sit for a few minutes in the shade of the clearing. Looking down at his shaking hands he noticed that blisters had already formed and broke on each of his palms. The sweat threatened to slide into his open sores and burn him, but he rolled his sleeves up and let the cool breeze wash over him. His shoulders ached, his back ached, his thighs and calves burned, and he steadied his breath enjoying the cool forest air.
By Everett Scaifea day ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Liminal 4
Fluke's eyes widened at the new stat: Resonance: 1.9 He had no idea what it could mean but he felt excited to try it out. Sitting up on the bed, he began to try and focus his energy like he had done in his dreams. Letting out a long slow breath, he focused on the sensation in his right index finger. His mind instantly began to feel the slight buzzing energy that was normal for any part of his body. Slowly, he felt that energetic buzz building up and concentrate down in the pad of his finger. The energy began to go beyond just a vibration, now turning to heat, which made Fluke almost panic. Concentrating again, he began to spread his focus to the rest of his hand, the heat now expanding with the electrical energy. Letting the energy swirl in the palm of his hand, Fluke opened his eyes to see if he could visualize what was happening. But sadly, there was nothing to visualize at first. An icon appeared in his masks vision; it was just a simple eyeball symbol. Trying not to break his concentration, he focused for a moment on the symbol and suddenly it was as if he could see so much more of the world.
By Everett Scaifea day ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Liminal 3
"What do you mean I will be able to guide and track my resonance?" Fluke now was reaching to his toes, pulling the energy up to his core. His resonance seemed to grow with use, what was at first like yarn being pulled inside his arms and legs, now felt like a light blanket.
By Everett Scaifea day ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Liminal 2
Fluke was stunned with confusion, and his face must have made that apparent. "It's rude kid. Unless you get permission. Do you let anyone come up and pat your head?" The rabbit raised a paw and smacked the boy between the eyes to assert his point. The rabbit retreated a step, cocked his head and then raised an eyebrow at the boy. Stunned into silence Fluke didn't know how to respond, just letting his jaw drop.
By Everett Scaifea day ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Liminal
When the memorial to the fallen came to a close, Fluke came to the side of the Librarian and offered him support. The stubborn man waved the boy away, and they slowly walked back to their prisoner. Q had been left to watch over their captive, and they could see the large golem still looming over him with a constant vigilance. Breaking away from his mentor, who now shambled back towards the village, Fluke went to check on his automaton friend.
By Everett Scaifea day ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Critical Mass 5
The Librarian was mentally exhausted from the emotional trauma of the day. He gritted his teeth realizing that they were not about to execute the beast in front of him. What was it that the golem had called it? A Derboul? Knowing the name of the Outsiders didn't make them any less despicable. His body was also exhausted and the number of places across his being that began to scream at him increased by the minute as his adrenaline wore off. As much as he hated the idea of keeping the invader alive, he had to admit it was a genius idea: Use the enemy as combat training for the golem Q and for the boy Fluke. It was a good idea, but he didn't have to like the idea no matter how good it was.
By Everett Scaife18 days ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Critical Mass 3
Fluke twisted and threw the fishing net on top of the falling Outsider. The stones that acted as weights, let out a soft blue glow, and wrapped themselves around the warrior. The Librarian used his hand hold on the ankle of the downed assailant and rolled into a straight ankle lock of the creature's lower leg. With a short yell of exertion, several audible fleshy and bony pops could be heard, which made Fluke's stomach turn for a moment. The Outsider shrieked and panted now unable to escape the net or run. The Librarian took short gasping breaths lifting his mask for a moment to breathe easier.
By Everett Scaife25 days ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Critical Mass 2
When Migoene and Myene reached the beach they found the final boss waiting for them. They were both out of breath but to their surprise their enemy did not strike them in their momentary state of weakness. They focused all attention on this loan warrior now standing before them. He stood with his arms behind his back at attention, the sea breeze blowing caught the cape for a moment, lifting it occasionally. The crimson skies broke their dominance, and now the normal blue skies reigned supreme. Migoene looked for anything out of the ordinary, seeing only a small non sentient human fiddling with a fishing net not far away. Migoene whispered to Myene, "Leave the non sentient until the final boss is dead. If we get distracted for a moment I fear it will be the opening he needs. These humans have been dishonorable and brutal: that child is bait."
By Everett Scaife25 days ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Critical Mass
The Librarian sat cross legged on the beach being bathed in the blood red light of the rift world. He worked hard to clear his mind of the emotional turmoil he now felt. The death of his two lieutenants had shook him to his core, for they were the closest thing he had to children, or brothers. They had chosen their paths, and their masks had been earned with him standing by to guide them. He had been filled with pride the day both of them had achieved their second advancements on their masks. Flooded now with memories of them, he fought to keep a level head with a fight now marching towards him. Several times he felt the cold slime of grief well up inside his throat, threatening to break his composure. Silent tears were streaming down his cheeks, but he forced his breathing calm.
By Everett Scaife25 days ago in Fiction
Beginners Luck: Outsiders 4
When the two Derboul had stopped just before cresting the hill, they could not have picked a worse spot. The place they stood was the very place Kwernoss had used to range his bow and arrow skills. Several large deer had fallen in that very spot. Letting out a long slow breath, Kwernoss notched his arrow and drew his bow back waiting for the right moment. He felt the empowerment of his masks eye emblem steady his hand and even help guide his adjustments in the fine muscles to place a killing shot on the slightly larger of the two warriors.
By Everett Scaife29 days ago in Fiction
