My original science-fiction story, ’Ananke’, has officially been published!
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Ananke, by T. Lane | T.Lane Writes
My original science-fiction story, ’Ananke’, has finally been published. Great many thanks to Kailey Alessi, for organizing nearly thirty wr
![The Specters - Chapter #10 [fragment]
“You know what?” Emma turned to Neve, to face her skepticism with a very rational and quietly spoken argument. “You guys keep treating me like I’m an idiot, sometimes. But I’m not. I’m just, I don’t know--” She hesitated. Her anger had dissipated. She solved a problem and was feeling satisfaction now. That was probably not how people usually acted. “I have different reactions to things,” she said. “Not ones you would expect. That’s all. Like. You think I’m upset about the Extremists, right?”
“Actually--”
“Or Nersan lying to me?”
“Arguing with Nersan, yeah. I thought this might have disrupted your balance. That's not it?”
“Only partially. Because I couldn’t count on him with all those other things. Like, Anaher being a plain old jerk toward me.”
“Anaher was concerned about Troy, he wasn’t--”
“He was pissed at me for researching my father’s past. Well, okay, not for that, but for keeping it from him. And I get it, maybe I could have trusted him, I don’t know. But could I?” And just like that, anxiety was back. Yeah. It was about that; Neve was not entirely wrong. “I don’t know, I just don’t know, okay? He was far more butthurt, I think, than this whole thing deserved, and he only started to really talk to me, when he needed something from me. And he never apologized, he just-- He was like, ‘hey, Emma, could you help me with Troy?’ And you know what? I helped him.”
Emma stopped, feeling that the whole energy that fueled her before, left with those words. She was only sad and hurt now.
“It’s still eating at you?”
“I guess,” she admitted in a small voice, close to tears. “I need him.”
“I know.” Never reached out, but didn’t touch her. “Can I give you a hug?” she asked instead and Emma found herself needing that nearness, the warmth of another person.
Neve’s blue-black braids smelled nice.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:7o3bl2bkgbg3rri3o2ryuyry/bafkreiabvdopqzvirhli2noglxayqbby45mrg44vcjnbtgmn4yw7sqdibm)
