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Laura wasn’t very good at …. well, she’d say anything, but she was well-known for being more than slightly on the pessimistic side of realist, and there was no doubt that everyone and their dog would be telling her at that point that there had to be *something* she was good at. Like singing, she guessed. Anyway, Laura was never very good at logic puzzles and finding patterns. But she found herself doing an IQ test nonetheless. The last time she had done an IQ test was in psychology class, but she didn’t think that one quite counted since they had very little time to do it. She couldn’t remember her score, anywa

Laura was woken by the sound of a phone ringing. It was an unfamiliar ring tone – she’d gotten a new phone, and she hadn’t bothered to change the settings to anything other than the default – so it took a little while to register what the sound was. She picked up her phone and looked at it. The caller ID said BARBARA. Laura groaned inwardly. Barbara was a co-worker in the Woolworths Stocktake Team, and they were supposed to carpool to work together, but Laura had excused herself from work for the next month. It seemed no one had told Barbara. It was 3.30am, and Laura checked around the sides of the unfamiliar phone

A personnel manager of the military base marched down the hallway. Luca turned abruptly and ducked into the bathroom to avoid her. If she was seen, she'd be herded to another area of the compound, or if this woman knew everyone on the base, she'd be found out as a spy. Once she was inside, the door opened again and Luca cursed her rotten luck. She slid into one of the cubicles at sat down. Luca had failed her part of the mission: the armoury was too heavily guarded. It hadn't been a complete loss, though, as Luca had managed to swipe a pile of firearms and their ammunition, which were now resting carefully in her bag. Luca heard the other occ

1. Are you new to beta reading? Nope. I've been a beta reader quite a few times, and I've had a few beta readers of my own. 2. Your age: 24 3. Genre(s) – Please be specific to pieces you want beta read: I write sci-fi/fantasy. Mostly falling on the fantasy side of that fence, but every now and then I end up in slightly sci-fi territory. I have stories from epic quests to superheroes to alien teddy bears. (And I do have a lot of stories. There's a journal entry that lists a bunch of my WIPs here) 4. Rating: G, PG, PG-13, R, or MA? I write in the young adult genre. So some teen-friendly violence and blood. 5. Warnings: Sex, vio

Laura wasn’t very good at …. well, she’d say anything, but she was well-known for being more than slightly on the pessimistic side of realist, and there was no doubt that everyone and their dog would be telling her at that point that there had to be *something* she was good at. Like singing, she guessed. Anyway, Laura was never very good at logic puzzles and finding patterns. But she found herself doing an IQ test nonetheless. The last time she had done an IQ test was in psychology class, but she didn’t think that one quite counted since they had very little time to do it. She couldn’t remember her score, anywa

Shank.     Another job well done. Emma gently wiped the blood from the horn of her unicorn, revealing the gleaming silver underneath, as she stood over the bleeding body of her latest hit. Fios-Rente-Narve-Kassa (or Frank, as Emma affectionately called him) snorted softly and nuzzled her hand as they waited patiently for the groans of the dying man to end. She idly wondered what she may have for dinner, what was in her fridge, when her father might insist she join him for a meal again, and which fancy restaurant he may dress her up and parade her proudly around. She absently pulled a sugar cube from her coat pocket and fed it to her beautif