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Eolas Pellor

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Author. Born in the UK, grew up in Canada. Earned 4 degrees. Taught for nearly 3 decades. Writing seriously since 2023. https://sites.google.com/view/eolaspellorwriter/home#h.tarw5zu9jdl5

  1. This is important… health, like education, child care, and care for the elderly, is too important to leave it up to people more interested in investors than patients.

    A new analysis from the Canadian Centre for Policy Alternatives looked at 25 countries and found those with more privatized health care fared worse on seven mortality indicators. The report comes as several provinces pursue privatizing some health-care services.

    #cdnpoli #skpoli

    A new analysis from the Canadian Centre for Policy Alternatives looked at 25 countries and found those with more privatized health care fared worse on seven mortality indicators. The report comes as s...

    Study links health-care privatization with higher mortality rates

    A new analysis from the Canadian Centre for Policy Alternatives looked at 25 countries and found those with more privatized health care fared worse on seven mortality indicators. The report comes as s...

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  2. The #WIPSnips word for November 22nd is "crystal" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

    I have to explain something about this. I have a mutual on here named Crystal, and I want to say that Winnie's feelings about the name Crystal do not reflect my own. Winnie's just in a mood.

    In my head, I congratulated myself for not bringing up George’s online girlfriend. The one whose name I knew but had never wanted to learn anything more about. Her name was Crystal, by the way. When I thought about her name being Crystal, I wondered if she was a stripper or a call girl or an OnlyFans model or what. I couldn’t imagine someone named Crystal would have a regular job. 
I wasn’t jealous, or even curious. I just don’t like the name Crystal. Not for the name of the woman my husband is having an affair with. Deborah is a solid name. It sounds foundational, like it’s made of hard stone. Which is ironic considering a crystal is literally a stone.
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  3. #WIPSnips #fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #crystal

    Trouble with the Work; the try failed. This crystal is more difficult to awaken than they’d hoped. POV: Drisal.

     - Brother’s Keeper, book one of my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.
    

    "It either works or it doesn't. Let me see." He
settled a tremorous hand on Drisal's shoulder, gently as a bird alighting.

All that had come before remained, and the
cauldron expanded. Drisal reeled in the stew. His heart raced, that heat trickled in. There was no help for his tears, no help for the livid anguish swirling around and filling him. This, this was real. This was right. And much sooner than it seemed, he felt that
which gave meaning to it all, which was the meaning of it all. Love, such love amid the grief, entwining with the rest. The light in the room brightened; the
CRYSTAL flashed with a promise of golden hues as Rushak finished his assessment. The illusion faded with his words the instant he took his hand away.

"Let's get it done. It must be what it must be."

Brother's Keeper
A.C. Turek
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  4. #WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writers #writesky

    Well I have been kinda taking a break from Mireia snips lately, but considering the main source of magic power in Atalantis is crystals... here we are 😅

    Mireia's first time using a kaana crystal, from Book 1 of my #Atlantis trilogy.

    Still holding the crystal aloft, Mireia closed her eyes, digging deep inside herself. She stoked the fire of her anger, of her determination to escape, of her will to see this room destroyed. She dove deep into that desire as though she were diving into the sea. She let go of herself and became a droplet in the ocean of her own focused will. In her mind she conjured a clear image of the wall before her dissolving—breaking apart into a million particles, which would break into a million more, which would shatter into nothing.
The wall itself, she suddenly thought, was like the sea: not a single object, but a mass of infinitely small droplets that could be scattered and evaporated like water.
That was all the whole world was, she saw. Every tree and rock and wave and building and person. Just uncountable clusters of droplets bumping against droplets, that could all be broken down and reshaped however she pleased. And beyond this world—beyond the walls of reality—there were other worlds, all made of droplets, all only droplets themselves in a vast sea of universes.
And through it all, there was a current that flowed—a bloodstream. It was the same current now running between her body and that crystal. It was a snaking river that threaded the worlds together like beads on a string. It wove and sang and gusted through all the spaces between the droplets, and Mireia was the sail that could catch it.
The energy was pulsing through her body, circulating through her veins.
“There is no wall,” she declared, and her voice sounded low and strange, as if it belonged to someone else. “It’s only droplets. There is no wall! It’s only droplets!”
A small light sparked to life inside the crystal.
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  5. It'd been hot &fast, but his gaze held something so soft. A longing that wld never be satisfied against a brick wall behind an arena.I saw myself, reflected the way he saw me.Like glass.Not the kind to shatter.But in a way which showed his fear that anything he said might see me break him. #WIPSnips

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