Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. It’s time for another thrilling episode of From Mars, With Love! Many of you have kindly poked me about returning to this story, and I’m happy to oblige. Writing this m/m space opera makes me unreasonably giddy and I hope some of that writerly glee spills over onto the reader. When we last left our hero, Eli, he was in a status pod being prepared to be shipped to Titan by the slavers who captured him. An asteroider (altered human with mechanical parts) and crab (floating security robot) discovered something strange about a ring on Eli’s pinkie.
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“Eli, son of Serene, it appears your dear mother’s trinket is an alien. A dead alien though, so there should be no harm in removing it.”
“Finally!” the crab zoomed closer again. “Let me do it.”
“What’s it worth to you?” the asteroider asked. The two bickered over what a bit of torture might cost the security bot operator and the potential risks to the asteroider’s position as head researcher. Eli attempted to meditate on far away, pleasant thoughts like . . . like . . . he had nothing.
An ear-splitting siren went off, accompanied by flashing red lights.
“Oh, for Criton’s sake, now what?” the asteroider complained.
A loudspeaker provided the answer; “Marine Patrol, prepare for evasive protocol.”
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If only Matt knew about the bubble-habitats just over the horizon.
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Alexis Duran 
Saved by the siren. I love this snippet. I do believe you had fun writing this part. I sense a glee in every word!
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Whew! Just in time. Poor Eli- with not even a happy place to go to in his thoughts.
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Wow Mom! A dead alien trinket?
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My mom went to Mars and all I got was this lousy alien.
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Hahahaha! In this case he might have preference a t-shirt or tea spoon!
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First, yay!! lol. I’m so glad you returned to this story.
Oh, thank God for the marine Patrol! I love this bit of Eli’s personality peeking through: “…pleasant thoughts like . . . like . . . he had nothing.”
I can hardly wait to read this book. 🙂
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Thanks! I can hardly wait to write it.
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an alien ring? dead no less. This is more interesting and Eli has a great hero persona
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Ooh I like the sound of this. I hope that siren going off means a hasty escape (with pinky still in tact) for Eli.
I haven’t read any space opera m/m before, but I do like scifi and m/m so it’s sounding good. There is a lovely online m/m graphic novel set in space though. Have you heard of Starfighter? It’s beautifully illustrated.
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I haven’t heard of it- I’ll check it out.
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Just in the nick of time… maybe he’ll get out of there with all his limbs attached.
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Wow, I love the illustrations! I hope that siren saves Eli!
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Getting kind of tense & scary there, so happy to have heard the siren.
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This scene FEELS like you had fun writing it, Alexis. I loved the meditation part.
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