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Normally getting out of bed wasn’t something I was particularly good at. I’ll admit that most of the time it was my own fault, because I’m more nocturnal than I should be considering the fact I’m still at college. At least I was still at college. When I woke up I didn’t know what had happened straight away, but then it turned out that I had been asleep since the night of the day I had that damned injection. Most other people didn’t wake up and I’m not certain why I did. Part of me wishes I hadn’t, even though I know that’s probably survivor’s guilt, so I do my best to ignore that part as much as possible.

That day was no different to any other, to begin with, and I wondered if I’d slept through my alarm again. I couldn’t hear any of the normal morning noises that my parents made, which wasn’t a worry. Nine days out of ten I didn’t wake up early enough to hear them, so it didn’t cross my mind that something bad had happened to them, until I remembered the injection we’d all had. When I lifted the covers I could still see where the needle had gone into my skin but it looked as though it had healed much more than it should have done over night.

Stupidly I poked it. It still hurt and the pain caused nausea. Or maybe the nausea was caused by the fact I hadn’t eaten since before the injection. Breathing deeply I slipped out from under the covers. When I looked at myself in the mirror I couldn’t help wondering if I’d been sweating more than normal, because my hair was greasier that it should have been. The night before the injection I washed it, knowing I might not feel up to it for a few days after, and the only other thing I could think of that would have caused the problem was time. Sighing, I knew the first thing I needed to do, even though it would make me later for college that I already was.

As I began to make my way to the bathroom, feeling as though I’d had cramp in both of my legs during the night, I realised that there were noises coming from downstairs. Either they hadn’t been when I first woke up or I hadn’t heard them. Biting hard on my lip I looked over the banister, hoping I could see whatever was making the noise. When I couldn’t I should have stopped to think, but I didn’t. Instead I started, as quietly as possible, making my way down the stairs to see what was happening, because that was the first time I had the feeling that something had gone wrong with the injection. Like everyone else I’d read all the conflicting reports about it, but my parents weren’t at all worries so I had it.

“There’s a good selection of tins in the larder,” a male voice said, making her jump.

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

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It had been a long journey. The number of pairs of shoes Skye’d had to steal proved that and she found herself searching for another pair as they stopped on the outskirts of the city. Stealing, no matter how often she was forced to do it, never got any easier, but they had no other options. No shops had opened since before it had become obvious exactly how badly affected everything had been after the injection. Quietly she made her way through the shop, hoping that no one else was around, searching for a size five pair of boots that would hopefully last her longer than two weeks, even though she had no idea what was going to happen next.

On the day, it had been so long ago, Skye’d agreed to join the only person she knew on a journey to find out if his family had survived the injection she’d done it because she had no idea what else to do. Her family hadn’t, neither had any of her friends, and she didn’t have any idea why she had. With a bag on her back she had left behind everything she knew, in an attempt to find something. She didn’t care what as long as it got her away from the reminders of all she’d lost. In the end she’d walked into a boy she’d gone to primary school with for a couple of years before they went to different secondaries and Ethan had asked her to go with him. Seeing the pain in his eyes, that she knew would be reflected in hers, was the reason she’d agreed to go with him.

While Skye searched for the boots Ethan was off looking for some more food. Normally they didn’t split up, because children could be just as dangerous as adults when they formed groups, but they had no choice if she wanted to have feet she could use. A lot of shoe shops were useless, fashionable boots were no good for walking at all, so she ended up in another of camping store searching for what she needed, and they were one of the shops that were rarely pillaged by the children. Like she did most times she ended up searching for boots she picked up some of the other necessities. Socks were always useful, batteries, any camping gas she could find, thermal underwear, and blankets. It didn’t take long for her to fill another backpack with stuff, which would probably all end up being used as quickly as the boots, although that often happened due to his generosity.

Finally Skye found the boots she needed, shoved her feet into them, and hoped they wouldn’t rub the same way all the others had done. That was the problem with having small ankles. As they’d agreed to meet in the camping store all she could do was wait, in the darkest corner she could find, until Ethan turned up, which was the major problem she had with them splitting up. Biting hard on her lip she took one of her penknives out of her pocket as she hoped that there were no gangs around. She knew, from experience, she couldn’t take on one alone.

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

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Three days after the injection Kate was beginning to feel uncomfortable. She’d ended up sharing a bunker with six other people, because one of her parents had read too many conspiracy theories, and under normal circumstances she would never have spent more than five minutes with any of them. It was that she disliked them, because she actually found herself getting on with the group, but she hadn’t heard from her parents since the night after they’d had the injection, which was beginning to worry her. A couple of others were also talking about heading home, even though they’d all been told to stay for at least a week.

Gideon was the only one who disagreed with the idea of leaving the bunker, but then he also believed the conspiracy theories so it was easier to ignore him than listen. Finally Kate made the decision, after ringing home one last time, to head home. She picked up the bag she’d thrust some spare clothes into, said her goodbyes, and left the bunker, knowing it was unlikely she’d ever meet any of them again. It only took her a few minutes to realise that someone was following her. Sighing, sure she knew who it was, she turned to look at Gideon.

“Why?” Kate asked, almost surprised at the lack of emotion in her voice.

“I don’t want you going home alone.” Gideon smiled at her. “Every girl who leaves the house will have a male companion, just in case.”

“Just in case of what?”

“We don’t know what might have happened, L, and it’s entirely possible that you might need help with your parents.”

“What about your parents?”

“They were prepared for what might have happened after the injection.”

“Right…” Their eyes met and Kate gave in, knowing that Gideon wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “If you really want to come with me then I’m not going to stop you, but if we get to my house and my parents are fine please just leave.”

“Do you think that’s likely?”

Kate shrugged. “I haven’t heard from them, but that doesn’t mean they’re…” Shivering, she pushed the thought to the back of her mind. “They might not be able to get to the phone for some reason.”

Nodding, Gideon took a couple of steps towards her. “I hope you’re right. I hope that nothing has happened to your parents, or mine, but you have to be prepared for the worst.”

“I know.” Kate gripped her bag a little tighter. “I just don’t want to think about it right now, Gideon.”

“How far away is your place?” Gideon asked, and she found herself smiling at him to thank him for the change of subject.

“It’s about a fifteen minute walk.” Kate started walking. “Dad gave me a lift to the bunker, so I’m not entirely sure of the route, but I’m pretty certain I can get us there.”

“So it’s just your parents you want to check on?”

“Yeah, my older sister moved out last year. She’s living with her long term boyfriend.”

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

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Welcome!

It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m K. A. Webb, a crowdfunded writer with a love of creating fantasy worlds, and this is the place to start if you’re new to my work. Here I’ll introduce you to all of my collections, my way of crowdfunding (because all crowdfunders work a little differently), and hopefully make things much easier for you than they would be if I hadn’t written this post.

Currently I write fiction for fourteen different collections. Some I write more for than others, because they’re favourites with certain readers, but it’s easy to get me to write more for your favourite collections. I have regular prompt sessions, as well as a prompt page for prompts outside of sessions; you can sponsor a collection so I’ll post more fiction;  you can rent a setting, adopt a character, or create your own ebook, and have fiction emailed to you. The majority of them are fantasy, because I enjoy world building, but my main focus is always the characters I’m writing. That’s a part of the reason I enjoy writing AUs and crossovers.

Most of my collections have been a work in progress for nearly a decade now. There was a time, before I started crowdfunding, when I thought my work wasn’t good enough. It’s possible I still would now if I didn’t have readers who tell me that they enjoy what they’re reading, but I started crowdfunding without knowing if I would succeed or fail, and that was terrifying. I have no idea now how I convinced myself – I’m just thankful I did. People do read my work, although I have no idea how many, and I’m glad I took the plunge.

The oldest collection I write fiction for is the Donor House collection. I started writing the first story for this collection when I was still at school, in a way that could almost be seen as writing serial fiction, because I used to write a bit each night and then my friends used to read it the next day. That was when I realised how much I enjoyed having an audience. Now my focus is the Donor House, which is set locally to me, although I do also write for the world outside the house too. In time I want to begin writing for the two other houses that are in the UK and I would love to have a couple of houses in other countries. At the moment I’m writing fiction from all over the timeline, including from before the house was created, and my aim for this collection in the next year is to introduce all the main characters in the first Donor House that would be there in 2008.

As with all of my collections the Donor House has changed a lot since I first started writing for it. When I first started writing the stories I had this image of a house that had been in use for centuries, but it turned out that I started writing right at the beginning of the timeline. I would love to write about the House in the future, and the vampires I’ve slowly been introducing, because I started this collection to explore the different ways the vampires deal with being what they are. The House itself was started as somewhere vampires who were having trouble being vampires could hopefully find a home, as well as somewhere vampires could begin integrating with humans. Writing about the characters in the House is something I really enjoy and as it’s also a favourite with others I guess I’m not the only one who enjoys this collection.

If you’re new to this collection I suggest you start here.

My next oldest collection, and the one that has changed dramatically since it was first thought up, is the Thear collection. Originally it started as a story about a number of girls who were sent to the planet Thear because there weren’t enough females there for all the males. There were arranged marriages and it was all very different to the collection it’s become, although I am also posting some AUs that show where I began with Thear. Now it’s about the three races who live on Thear – the Dorma, the Uisdro and the Tein-Igni. One thing I plan on doing relatively soon is going back to the beginning of the story and finding out why these three races ended up living together on the same island. I know at one point they got on well, working together to make a home for themselves, but things changed and that’s something else I want to explore.

Thear is easily my most religious world. Everyone here believes in at least one of the deities of Thear, although there are problems here caused by their religion, which is one of the things I’m exploring. As Thearan deities were also once worshipped on Earth this collection has a very close link with the Deities’ World collection.

Strangely the Deities’ World collection is one of my newer collections. I started working on it because Callidora, the daughter of Hades and Persephone, wanted me to start writing about her. The collection has grown as more deities have started pushing me to tell their stories, including Lucifer. I plan on writing about all of the Thearean deities, continuing to write about Callie, exploring the world a little more, and it seems likely I’ll end up writing about Archimedes (Callie’s older brother).

It’s also possible that the Deities’ World collection may start connecting with the Pagan collection. Paganism has always been something I wanted to write about, because I’m a pagan (although I’ll admit that I’m not a very good one), so I’ve been working on fiction for this collection for a long time. Anna, one of the main characters, has changed a lot during that time, and she’s now a girl with amnesia trying to work out where she fits in now that she can’t remember her family or old friends. She is one of the characters I want to throw into as many situations as possible to see how she reacts.

New to these collections? Start here with Thear; here with the Deities’ World; and here with the Pagan collection.

One of the things I love doing is writing characters with magic and seeing how it affects them. Three collections I’m writing fiction for have different magical systems: the Aurora’s World collection; the Heliopath’s World collection; and the Brotherhood collection. (I’m planning on changing the names of Aurora’s World and Heliopath’s World, because they were working names created using characters I was focusing on in the collections.)

The Brotherhood Collection is another one I’ve been working on for almost a decade. Originally it started out as a werewolf story, then it become about two different groups with magic fighting each other, and now I’m using a mix of both ideas, along with the Millennium Bug. The basic storyline is that children born after the year 2000 can have magical abilities and the Brotherhood want to collect them. Shapeshifting is one of the first abilities to maifest, which often has an adverse affect on the children with that power. Later on there are two distinct groups – the Brotherhood and Unity – who aim to teach the children how to use their abilities, but go about it in entirely different ways.

The Aurora’s World collection is relatively new. I started it because I wanted to write about magic being illegal and it ended up becoming the home of one of my most involved magical systems, where the magic a character has is related to when they were born. Every power they have, how it manifests, and when are all affected by the exact moment of birth. I’ve been working on it slowly, because making it’s not a simple way of doing things, but it is fun. Recently I’ve started exploring the other kingdoms and this has led to the introduction of the magic thieves. They steal power from those who don’t know how to use it, some collect magical powers, and their hideout was created using magic. Learning about them has been really interesting, so they’re definitely something I plan on exploring further.

The Heliopath’s World collection is also relatively new, but has gone through a lot of changes during that time. Originally it was a dream world, where characters lived two separate lives on in two places and the story I wrote was about what happens when those two lives collide. Now it’s become about addictive magic, which is something I’m still working on, but every spell a character uses leaves them with some form of withdrawal symptom and the harshness of that symptom depends on the strength of the magic. The other thing I’m exploring is about what happens when a group of magicians all live in one town and forget about what is happening in the world around them.

New to these collections? Start here with Aurora’s World; here with Heliopath’s World; and here with The Brotherhood.

A group of collections that are connected are the Fae World collection, the ‘Astral’ World collection, and the World Walkers collection. I’m still trying to work out if I should integrate the ‘Astral’ World stories into the Fae World collection, because I’m pretty certain that both the worlds were created when the fae were experimenting.

The Fae World collection is actually set in a number of different worlds, including Earth, due to the destruction of the fae’s home world. An overuse of the world’s magic led to the problem, because the fae had no way of returning the magic they used to the world’s core and didn’t want to stop using magic. Stories follow what happened to the griffins, a natural race whose home was the world the fae destroyed; the Dragons, a race created by the fae; the Shifters, who split between going with the Dragons and the fae; the merpeople, who went with the fae; and the twinned worlds, where Lena lives.

The ‘Astral’ World collection is about two different groups of people: the magicians, who have magic and live on Kalinia; and the thieves, who don’t have magic, want it, and spend the majority of their time trying to get it. but can only travel to Kalinia for short periods of time. I’m not certain I started with the right characters or in the right place in the timeline, but I do plan on exploring the creation of the thieves, how the magicians ended up on Kalinia, and exactly what the magic can do.

The World Walkers collection is about another group of the fae, the Thirteen Families, who buried their heads in the sand before realising they had no choice but to flee their home world. In order to stop the same thing from happening to their new world, Athare, they chose to create a web of worlds in the hope they can collect magic using that web. Currently I’m exploring a number of worlds, getting to know some of the races the fae created, and learning about all the different magics the races were given. No one really knows what’s going to happen in the future, especially not the fae, and the name of this collection comes from one of the most unexpected things to happen – the evolution of the World Walkers. The fae aimed to be in control of everything, but magic often makes decisions for them.

New to these collections? Start here with the World Walkers collection; here with the ‘Astral’ World collection; travel to the twinned worlds; meet the griffins; meet the merpeople; meet the Dragons; or meet the fae.

The Afterlife collection is one of my newer collections and I was originally planning on focusing on Caitlyn’s studies as she learnt to be a spirit guide. Instead Richard, who was originally a minor character, ended up becoming Death and taking over. I started working on this not long after someone close to me died, because it does help to write about the afterlife, and I’m glad I did. Somehow it’s become another reader favourite, so I often get prompts for this collection, and I plan on working on a lot more bonus material, as I’m writing about my view of the afterlife.

If you’re new to this collection start here.

The Magi collection is an older one and another that went through a number of changes. Thomar is the character who’s changed the most, because in his first incarnation he was not a nice person, but slowly he seems to have become one of my favourite characters and one I want to write about more. With this collection I seem to be beginning in the middle of the storyline once again, between when the Magi were kept as slaves by the Carne (Thomar is one of the Carne) and when they slowly begin to rebuild their relationship. The Magi are healers and known around the world for their abilities, but due to their past they refuse to help the Carne, until one Magi girl puts aside her feelings and does what she thinks should be done.

I plan on exploring the history of this world a lot more than I have done, especially the history of the Magi, as well as the other races and the magics of the world. This is one that doesn’t see to have become a favourite, although I love it, so it’s been on the backburner a little while I work on other things.

Start here with this collection.

My final two collections are both set on Earth, but they are alternate universe Earths. One is Kim’s Earth, where a population surge changed the world, and the other is a world where there is still an Inquisition.

Kim’s Earth is one that I want to work on more than I have. The idea is one I’ve had for a while – a man-made apocolypse, where the majority of people remaining are under sixteen. My apocolypse was an injection, created to stop Earth’s population from increasing for five years, that ended up killing everyone that had it. Of course there are conspiracy theories about whether the drug was tested well enough before the injection and some people take them seriously, including Kim’s father. She is one of the few people over the age of sixteen alive and ends up taking on the job of looking after a group of children, because they all look up to her. I plan on exploring this world a lot more, as there are other groups that I want to write about and I want to write about the future that they all have.

The Inquisition collection has a very basic premise – the Inquisition never ended. What would life be like if there was still an Inquisition, although this Inquisition is a little different. As I haven’t worked on this collection as much I’m not certain on some of the details, but it’s one I want to make more time for this year.

Start here with Kim’s Earth and here with the Inquisition.

I also write AUs and crossovers, because I love exploring different decisions my characters could have made, how they might have lived if they’d been born on a different world, what their story might have been if they were a different gender. If you’re interested in seeing more of any of these remember the prompts page, you can use the write more button that I have on the bottom of all my posts (every click equals 500 words), or you can commission me to write the story you’re craving.

If a story has already been written it’s going to be up for sponsorship. Every donation of £3 or more will gain the donor a perk and if you have no idea what you want to sponsor then you can ask for your donation to go into the general fund. If you’re low on money but would love to purchase some extra words then collect credits – every comment you make could get you one step closer to what you want.

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

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Joel stared out of the window, trying not to think about his parents. They’d sent him away so he’d be safe, but he’d never believed that the injection was going to affect them in any way, and he’d been so sure that he’d even tried to convince them to let him have it. His arguments hadn’t worked and for the first time he was grateful that they’d listened to someone else. Instead of laying upstairs with rigor mortis he was sitting downstairs trying to work out what he was going to do next.

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Kimberley knew there was something wrong when no-one answered the phone. Without stopping to think about what the repercussions might be, she walked home. It had been four days since both her parents had been given the new contraceptive injection and she couldn’t help worrying. The world government had said it was safe, that it had been through thorough and rigorous testing, but no one really believed them. Not after what they’d done before. As they had lied then it would be easy enough for them to lie again, which was why her parents had hidden her away in an unused nuclear bunker before the injections. That had cost them money as they’d been fined but they wanted her to be safe. They needed her to be safe too because she had two younger brothers who would have to be looked after if something happened to their parents.

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