Including a fun little game, "What Word?" Share a screenshot of your best score if you like :-) https://www.skool.com/unpublishable-1951/classroom

The sky above Proxima B5 burned with fury. Dark storm clouds twisted and writhed, their pregnant underbellies smouldering with the amber glow of the volcanic fires beneath. Shafts of lightning lashed the upper layers of the storm, and violent claps of thunder bellowed over the craggy landscape. The rain hammering the iron cages of the slave market bore a noxious sulfuric stench. Zerkox hustled through the spaceport towards the market and squinted at the elemental battle overhead through his slitted third eye. “Just another fucking day in paradise,” he hissed. The little human was all he could afford. Humans came cheap, being so difficult to control. Not to mention all the restrictions their owners faced. He wouldn’t be able to take it off-world, not without a lot of trouble. Or equip it with any kind of protective armor or, Queen-forbid, weapons. Humans were cunning little slugs. So fucking cunning that the Queen’s council had nearly outlawed them altogether. Zerkox, while wary of what he was getting into, was also thankful that these drawbacks meant this species of slave was within his modest means. When he’d seen it listed on the manifest of the incoming slave ship, he’d licked his lip-scales and checked his savings. - Her name was Jen. She knew that much. But not much else. She couldn’t remember why she was naked in a cage, much less under a raging storm in this fiery hell of a place. She grasped the incongruity of it all, realizing that it wasn’t her natural world. The gravity felt wrong, pulling her to the floor with too much strength, hurting her legs as she fought to stay upright. The acidic rainwater had pooled at the bottom of the cage and sloshed over her bare feet. It stung like hot needles and despite her leg muscles demanding relief, there was no way she could sit down in that acid bath. She wondered why she wasn't more scared and trying to fight or flee. Outside the iron bars, a dozen reptilian creatures were gathered. Taller than her and larger in every proportion. Their scales shimmered green and grey in the rain. While they shared the same amount of limbs as she, they had an extra eye centered above the normal two, and a tail that flicked around their feet. They were monstrous, demonic beasts. But something dulled her fear, keeping the fight-or-flight urge blunted to a mere anxious curiosity. Drugged. She must have been drugged.

I need to write a new story instead of tinkering with old stuff. Going to record some ideas here. 1. The reading of a will. Either the deceased or one of the beneficiaries is revealed to be not all they seem. Or maybe a challenge must be met before a fortune can be inherited. I know its been done before, but as always - its about putting a new twist on it. There's a key will-reading scene in my novel "Butterfly Defect" but I want to try and make it a standalone story. 2.