*****My city is getting about 6 inches of rain Sunday, and flooding is expected, but I’ll hope for the best, power-wise. Stay safe if you’re in Harvey’s path!*****
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This is a WIP, NaNoWriMo 2016, currently called River, Tree, Mountain. It’s science fiction, set on a colony planet, six generations in–with about 10% of the population born “marvels,” who have special abilities like dowsing, healing, or creating fire. The protagonist, Rekka, is a spark (fire), signed a contract with Brenton to provide him a child, moves in with him, and several weeks later, she overhears part of an angry phone conversation before he shuts the door–and goes to the park to paint, where she meets a pink-haired man and does his portrait.
“Huh, that’s really good–I can see me in it,” he said.
“Glad to hear it,” Rekka picked up a pen and signed and dated the picture at the bottom, then started stowing things away while she waited for the painting to dry.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Everyone calls me L–just the letter.”
Rekka snapped a picture of the portrait with her phone, titled it “L by the fountain,” and, after testing to see if the paint was completely dry, slid the painting into a sleeve, and handed it to L. “There you are. If you want to display it, it should go behind plexi, either with a UV filter, or out of direct sunlight.”
“I like doing faces, and I’ve done this as a job a time or two, out in parks and such. I need to be getting back, but it was nice to meet you, L.”
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Life on the colony planet of Kaibou was going uneventfully until the second generation of colonists was born on the planet, at some, at a young age, began showing various psychic abilities. When those people, called marvels, grew up, many of them formed companies, building compounds to live in and raise their children. Due to population diversity issues, many colonists have children using genetic bank material, or choose a succession of partners. Now on the seventh generation, marvels are born both within and without company walls, and all must work together to use their gifts and make a living on a still wild land. Some of these outsider marvels sign contracts with company marvels, agreeing to give them a child raised within the company, in return for a permanent home in the company compound, a stipend, and other concessions.