So back to try again this year, after having done almost no (story) writing since my last post and only minimal planning. Rather than having a word count target, I have a list of writing projects to work on. These include short stories, poems, a novella-ish story, editing, and TV Tropes pages. My aim is to to something on each of them, and finish at least five.
The story that I'm working on at the moment is an IC fanfic, looking at the dynamics between Domick and Mika. Here is the introduction.
WARNING: While very non-explicit, this story does follow Mika while at work.
Mika smiles in satisfaction as the soldierguards drag the man out of the room. It had been a good session. The man had started off so defiant, only to be whittled down until he was pouring out everything he knew; anything to make the pain stop. It is quite a skill, knowing how to break someone and reshape them; chipping away until they released their gems of knowledge. His masters had been surprised when they discovered how good he was at this job, but it was easy really, once you knew how people think, what buttons to press. He
had taught him that.
He runs through the session again in his mind as he starts to tidy up his tools. The actual information the man had yielded was nothing special; a few bits and pieces that his masters would be interested in but nothing that would bring him
out of hiding. That was often the case now. At the start, he
had watched Mika, using his
own methods to gain the particular information he
was searching for. Then Mika had gained in skill; discovered the pleasure of manipulating someone, having them at his mercy, teasing information from their mind. He