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Snippet: Nightmares and All

This time, I am sharing quotes from two of my Sleeping Beauty ideas.  They are working under the titles of An Arranged Marriage and SPINDLE, but those titles may change as the stories develop.  Enjoy!




It’d be cruel of me to give you nightmares.  
                                                      ~AAM


“I told you I came to see people.  All of them.  High and low, I see no difference.”
                                                                                                                        ~S

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  1. Ooh...intriguing...Does SPINDLE stand for something?

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  2. Yes, SPINDLE is a branch of a rising superpower. Long before our heroine was born, their lab contracted with the people of G-planet (in a galaxy far, far away) for the rights in human experiments.
    In this far away galaxy, there is power in the planets themselves. And these powers govern certain rights. But the people's rights were annulled by a contract made with SPINDLE, and in such a way that the planet's power was restricted.
    SPINDLE provides G-planet with every luxury imaginable. And, in exchange, SPINDLE has the right to choose any citizen of G-planet and take them to their testing facility for a term of one hundred years. I think you can guess (or maybe not!) where the story goes from there.

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    1. Ooh, I love that premise so far. Wow! Your worldbuilding already sounds very detailed and from what I hear, it sounds like the story will take a very interesting turn. Oh, goody! I can't wait to see what the acronym is.

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    2. Ana, you are so encouraging! I can't wait to finish this story so I can share it with you!

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  3. P.S. By the way, I do have the acronym for SPINDLE, but I want to run it by a beta-reader before announcing it. ;)

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