“You and your Obs killed our Techs,” Canipse snarled.
“The sea took the Techs,” Zem Jess defended. “We cannot swim. Though maybe you can?”
“But the sea wouldn’t have taken the Techs if you hadn’t first taken them to those islands,” said Canipse. “You delivered them to the sea.”
The Zem’s face opened, brows raised, golden eyes wide. He leant towards Canipse as he answered in barely contained anger, “What utter, utter, utter nonsense. If my Obs and I hadn’t accompanied them, we’d be left without fliers as well as no Techs.”
92 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Utter
Confession: It’s taken from my wip, Seed Fall, a scene written this morning and slightly modified.
crispina kemp 
An interesting glimpse into your story
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Thank you, Sadje. I’m getting up to the real conflict and tension part now. Exciting
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Very exciting.
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🤗😘😉
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💞🙏🏼💞
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The domino effect, only with Obs. Your mind is forever in create mode!
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Chugging my way through this story. This past week I’ve resolved some plot problems, so now I’m all excited and want to keep on writing. But I’m not so good these days at putting in long hours at the desk
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Show yourself some mercy. Audio record? till you feel up to sitting at the desk
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No, I’m a visual person. And I like to keep my fingers tapping.
I do a lot of longhand notes sitting comfy on the sofa, though
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I’m intrigued! Nice one.
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Thank you, Keith
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3 utters even 😄
intriguing 👍
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Thank you, Judy. First draft only!
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