#fugitives

[all-these-larrythings]

Cowboy Like Me (29k) by Rearviewdreamer

Going legit and starting over in a small town was supposed to solve all of Harry’s problems. That was until a string of robberies in wealthy towns brings him face-to-face with his rouge ex-partner and their dicey, unresolved past.

[glowing-blue-feathermage]

Happy DADWC :) For Anders and the character of your choice "We're still friends, right?"

I have endless feelings about post chantry-boom fugitive times but also for Anders' friends realizing they should have done more for him. Here's some of that for Hawke & Anders. for @dadrunkwriting

Kirkwall was long behind them.  After several days, the smoke on the horizon had faded to white, and then blended into the distant clouds. After a week, the spine of a mountain chain stood between them and the city, and after a month, Anders could hardly remember what it had looked like at the end. Hawke didn’t say much. Anders hadn’t tried, really, to get him to talk, because he didn’t know what to say. He refused to apologize for what he’d done, and he had explained the lies, and there wasn’t anything else to talk about. And it didn’t feel like the right time for fond memories, or old tales, or plans for the future.  “You need to eat something.” Hawke’s voice broke through Anders’ shell, pulling him back into the moment. They were sitting across from one another, a small fire twinkling red and gold between them. A crackling log splitting apart with a hiss broke the short silence before Anders cleared his dry throat. “Not really hungry.” Hawke didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, he held a tin plate out for him, bearing steaming squirrel meat and half an apple that Hawke had apparently sliced while Anders was miles away. The expression in Hawke’s eyes made Anders feel like refusing would actually cause him pain.  He took the plate, balancing it on his knee. He felt Hawke watching him, so he picked at the meat and ate a bite. A cool breeze ruffled the feathers on his black coat—the beautiful gift Hawke had been so pleased to give him a year past. Anders felt tears prick his eyes and he glanced up at Hawke suddenly, mouth dry. “We’re still friends, right?” he asked. It came out raspy. A croak. He flushed and looked down, hoping maybe Hawke would let it go. There was, indeed, a silence. Then, “Of course we’re friends, Anders. Why would you need to ask me that?” Anders looked up again, squinting over the fire. “Because I lied to you. I blew up the city you love.” He’d meant to sound sarcastic, but it came out flat. Because it was true. Hawke held his gaze for a moment before returning to his meal. He ate for a moment before shaking his head. “You did what you had to do,” he said. “Took your friends too long to see it. It’s me who should be asking you that question.” His words were so unexpected that Anders didn’t understand his meaning. “What question?” Hawke looked at him again, raising an eyebrow. “We’re still friends, right?”

[magicsilas]

My Underrated Book Recommendation!!

- The Neptune Project (Trilogy) By Polly Holyohe

- The Fever King (Duology) By Victoria Lee

- May The Best Man Win By Zr Ellor

- Escape From Furnace (5 books) By Alexander Gordon Smith

- I am Number Four (7 Books) By Pittacus Lore

- Alienated (Trilogy) By Melissa Landers

- You Were Here by Cory McCarthy

[gracecarts]

happy one year anniversary to my writer’s group! I love my beautiful friends and their wack creepy sad stories. WRITE DOWN THE STORIES IN YOUR HEAD YOU NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH THEY’LL GROW

[themagebard]

Hawke and Anders are now on the run. This story will document the ups and downs of their lives for that first year after Kirkwall.

[do-you-know-this-dw-story]

fugitives (audio: 2012)

[waywardwizzard]

A bell rang through the morning air, sounding like a death toll.

The door to the Mayor of Newance's office swung open and Captain Malcolm Reynolds stepped out, his hand on his gun. Two men rushed past, shotguns slung over their shoulders. He frowned and went to follow them.

He found Zoë leaning against a weather beaten well near the town square. A large crowd was gathering, most of them with weapons, some of them with pitchforks and the sheriff was standing in the middle of it all, his shotgun held high.

Jayne was nowhere to be found.

"What's goin' on?"

"Sheriff's gatherin' a posse."

Zoë glared at a man who passed too close. He clutched his gun to his chest and hurried away. She pitched her voice lower. "There's talk of fugitives out in the woods."

"Zao gao."

Mal took a deep breath and counted to ten in English. Then in Chinese. Then, again, in English. It didn't help as much as it should have.

"I sent Jayne ahead to warn Serenity. I have a feelin' we'll be needin' a quick get-away."

While the sheriff went on, the crowd hanging on his ever word, Mal gestured for Zoë to follow him. They walked down a quiet side street, away from the busy town square, and took another street that led to the woods. Mal smiled at an old woman who immediately gave him a suspicious look.

"Would it be too much to hope that it ain't our fugitives galavantin' out in the woods?" Mal murmured, walking faster.

Serenity's first mate gave him a wry look. "I think we both know the answer to that, sir."

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Author's note

Howdy y'all! Warning. Most, if not all, of my writing will be bad. Bad enough you'll probably want to gouge your eyes out while you're reading it. And all (ok, lie, most of it), is written and edit in two small 20 minute breaks and the little bit of energy I have left at the end of the day. I don't have a beta reader (unless you count my friend but they're more like an alpha reader) and English isn't my first language. But, I still want to see my writing somewhere else that isn't the notes app I use for Everything. Like I said. It probably won't be good. It will probably be wonky and weird and stunted and not at all in the right format (like me) but sometimes doing things out of your comfort zone will lead to something that can only be described as great.

I just hope that last sentence is true.

[exceptthekitchensink]

Versa X Fugitives & 7INN - Welcome Mustard

[gettothedancing]

Montgomery County, Maryland police arrested him at his home on Wednesday, police logs show.

A neighbor told The Daily Wire that “four unmarked police showed up last night, they would not let his spouse Kevin leave. After about an hour Sam Brinton was escorted out in handcuffs.”

[canadianabroadvery]

"...Prosecutors have said that Luft was arrested on February 17, but subsequently fled after being released on bail and remains a fugitive...."

[fiction-quotes]

In the times when Lilia wasn't hiding in the backseat of the car, when there was no one else on the road and the breeze through the passenger-side window was perfect, when she could forget that she was being chased and that she might be found someday, when it was only her father and the radio and the highway – in these times Lilia and her father could talk for hours, and life seemed gorgeous and magnificent and safe. Safety is a car driving quickly away.

He wasn't content with showing her the country. He wanted to show her what he saw in it, to share his private love affair with the sheer beauty of all the details that he could never stop noticing no matter how long he travelled or how fast. When he talked about details – flowers, fences, individual buildings, the poetry hidden in the names of towns – Lilia felt her heart swelling up with an awkward adoration for it all. But she never felt at ease in the world. She couldn't help but think that she wasn't really a part of it, and from the specific night when her memories began (ice against window, lost bunny, snow), the traditions of the world were foreign to her. She picked up what she could from books and television shows, noting carefully the existence of two-parent families, houses, schools, family dogs, memorizing intriguingly home-specific phrases like latchkey kid and back garden and state-of-the-art kitchen appliance and basement. She moved over the surface of life the way figure skaters move, fast and choreographed, but she never broke through the ice, she never pierced the surface and descended into those beautiful waters, she was never submerged and she never learned to swim in those currents, these currents: all the shadows and light and splendorous horrors that make up the riptides of life on earth.

At the gas stations her father bought magazines. The New Yorker, Newsweek, Science Times. These she studied carefully, anthropologically, for information on the world she travelled through. Or he'd buy a book written in a language that she was supposed to be learning at the time (Spanish, Italian, German) and give her an assignment: By the time we reach St. Louis, kiddo, I'd like a written translation of the first half page. And she'd bend feverishly over the relevant split-language dictionary (English-German, Español-Inglés, Italiana-Inglese), and he'd give warnings – Ten miles, kiddo, eight, six, time. And at the motel that night he'd go over the page with a red pencil while she stared coolly at the television and pretended not to care.

When she was younger she used to tell herself, with some smugness, that some people vanish forever and never are found. Until the interview on Unsolved Cases, she still believed herself to be one of them. It wasn't that she ceased to be happy after she saw herself on television, it was that after she saw herself on television she was aware that someday all of this would end.

  —  Last Night in Montreal (Emily St. John Mandel)

[carlocarrasco]

Foreign fugitive arrested by immigration operatives in Parañaque City

Recently in Parañaque City, elements of the Bureau of Immigration (BI) arrested a South Korean fugitive who has been hiding in the country for more than two years already, according to a GMA Network news report. The fugitive is wanted in South Korea for telecommunication fraud. To put things in perspective, posted below is an excerpt from the GMA news report. Some parts in boldface… A South…

[youthchronical]

Couple Sought After Death of Boy, 3, Abandoned at Brooklyn Hospital

The police on Monday were searching for a man and a woman connected to the death of a 3-year-old boy abandoned at a hospital in Brooklyn, according to an internal police report. Around 10:30 a.m. on Sunday, the 24-year-old woman, who is believed to be the child’s mother, and her 38-year-old boyfriend took the boy to SUNY Downstate Health Sciences University in the Brooklyn neighborhood of…

[agentfascinateur]

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[euginemicah]

Mozambique Prison Riot Leaves 33 Dead, 150 Fugitives Rearrested

About 150 more fugitives have since been recaptured after more than 1,500 prisoners escaped from a prison in Mozambique, taking advantage of ongoing political unrest triggered by disputed election results. Police chief Bernardino Rafael told a press conference that thirty-three people were killed and 15 injured in clashes with security guards. Protests erupted on Monday in response to…

[elegantzombielite]

"In a world of fugitives, the person taking the opposite direction will appear to run away."

T.S. Eliot, poet (26th September 1888-1965)