aldersprig: (BookGlasses)
I write a lot - much in established settings, some in one-off universes.
Below is an index of my universes; each 'verse has its own landing page with an index of stories within.
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The Faerie Apocalypse is liveblogged at [personal profile] faeapoclive, [ profile] faeapoclive, and [ profile] faeapoclive. What what happens when the gods return to our world.
Stranded World (LJ Link), modern fantasy seen through the eyes of 4 siblings who work the webs of the world, each in their own way.
Reiassan (LJ Link), high fantasy in a world just recovering from centuries of battle.
Edally Academy (LJ Link), Steampunk Boarding School in the world of Reiassan.
Tir na Cali (LJ Link); technically modern fantasy, alternate-history timeline, primarily lifestyle-kink erotica.
Faerie Apocalypse (LJ Link), a dystopic modern and post-modern fantasy/apoc world. Faeries and gods live among us, disguised as humans, their culture underground.
Addergoole (LJ Link) is a school within the Faerie Apocalypse setting.
Doomsday is a school created by graduates of Addergoole, generations after the Faerie Apoc.
Vas' World (LJ Link): the team was sent to explore the planet for colonization. They could never have guessed what they'd find.
Dragons Next Door (LJ Link)is a fun high-fantasy-in-the-burbs setting with a few good-with-ketchup crunchy dark bits.
Facets of Dusk (LJ Link) is a mystery waiting to be revealed; come along for the show!
The Planners (LJ Link): When the Apocalypse came, they were prepared. Very Prepared.
Unicorn/Factory (LJ) of the costs of progress.
The Aunt Family (LJ) - a mysterious family with some very strange magical artifacts.
Space Accountant (LJ) All Genique wanted was a nice vacation.
Shadow Rebellion (LJ) It all started with the shadows moving...
Science! (Lj) Why haven't Mad Scientists taken over the world yet?
Fairy Town There's something about the city. Something in the water, maybe?
Inner Circle (LJ) Getting to the Inner Circle can take a lifetime - or cost you your life.
Setting Nursery - these one-off stories may blossom into settings some day (incomplete)

All of my writing here is crowdfunded and crowdsourced; comments and suggestions keep the gears spinning and donations keep the power on.
My Donor landing page is here (and on LJ); you can tip (tips go in a general pool to sponsor longer stories, voted on monthly), sponsor an already-written story, or commission a story to be written.

Once a month I open up a call for prompts; the Giraffe Call's landing page is here and on LJ.

I hosted a 30-days of flash fiction meme: its landing page is here (LJ Link)

Want more? There's always more to read!

Addergoole, a completed webserial

Tales for the Sugar Cat, my ebook

Kazkah Press, a flash-fiction webzine

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Shifting Hearts,
a therian anthology:
It is said that the eyes are the windows
to the soul, but what if the soul that looks
back isn't as human as you first thought?
Edally Academy, a new webserial

Wikis of setting information currently exist in various stages of completion:
Addergoole: the Original Series - semi-defunct, but has information still being migrated to the below wiki
Addergoole Year Nine - and beyond
Faerie Apoc
aldersprig: (lynSnow)
(see what I did there?)

Commissions are always available at the low, low rate of 2¢/word, with a minimum commission of $4/200 words.
$20 commissions and higher will be discounted to $5/300 words or 5/3¢ a word. Just because I always wanted to charge in fractions.

To commission a story, a piece of demifiction, or any other work of creative writing (even poems, I can do poems), sent me an email at thornealder/gmail, leave a comment on this post, or sent me a PM on Dreamwidth or Livejournal.

I reserve the right to turn down any commission, but will complete any commission I accept.

I take payments by Paypal (also thornealder/gmail), by paying-for-my-Dreamwidth-time, or other methods by negotiation.

I will begin work on your piece as soon as I receive payment. Commissioned works will be posted on my blog, here, when completed.

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Cool! I always appreciate tips, and they help to unlock extras - more posts on the serials, for instance.

There's Paypal, of course, but there's also Patreon: subscribe at any level from $1 to $50/month and open up incentive levels to get even more fiction!

And in conclusion, this is a conclusion.
aldersprig: (Tairiekie)
“He was covered in scorch marks and so were both of his teammates.”

Tairiekie hadn’t intended to walk in on two adults arguing. She’d meant to go find Saydrie, who hadn’t shown up to breakfast. After their adventure the day before, she couldn’t really fault him for hiding, but…

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aldersprig: (kai-sky)
To [personal profile] alexseanchai's prompt

When the war came, she went, not to ground, as so many of her friends and cousins did, but to water, to the sea.

The bombs were falling all around, but she slipped on her seal skin and slid under the water, down where the Leviathan still remembered her, down where her other family, her seal family, still lived. She found the little place she had built, so long ago, where those like her - and those like dolphins and true seals, merfolk and otters - could breathe safe air, deep under the ocean and yet dry and homey. The humans were clever, but none smart enough to find this place.

It was not the first time she had gone to see, and it would likely not be her last. She was, if not eternal, near unto it, and she did not like war at all.
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aldersprig: (Shooting star)
How would an Immortal deal with the End Times?

The world will inevitably come stumbling into apocalypse, and They will be there to witness it. Dryads, demi-gods, deities of every pantheon- is it possible for the Eternal to handle an ending with grace?

Should it come through disease, disaster, or religious fervor, discover What Follows…

This anthology includes a story by yours truly (what, immortals & end times, do you think I could resist), as well as stories by K Orion Fray (the artist formerly in my attic) and our friend who I've referred to here as Skan.

Anticipated release date is next Friday!

It will be available in eBook and POD (POD specifics to follow); eBook will be available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Smashwords.

Again, that's next Friday! And it's an anthology I get to be in with friends of mine!

(Also, it's an apocalypse anthology, so extra bouncing).

Stay tuned for more details!
aldersprig: (Tairiekie)
I'm working on listing the cast for Edally - everyone who appears in every chapter.

That's a lot of people.

What I could use from you: Grab a chapter/Interlude (Claim here first to avoid duplication of work) and list all the named characters in it.

For every chapter done, I'll write you 250 words about... whatever Edally/Reiassan related words you want, although preference given to things at least tangentially related to Edally (rather than, say, more Rin/Girey).

The first of the stories can be seen here, if you want to know what you're getting.

And if you think I'm offering up a lot of bribery, between this and my request for reviews, well... you're not wrong

Chapter 1 - Claimed by Capriox
Chapter 2 - Lilfluff
Chapter 3- Claimed by Capriox
Chapter 4 - Claimed by Rix

Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Interlude: In the Onadyano Tower Dorms
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10 - thnidu
aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
Note: This will conflict with several dates posted here and there. I'm still working on that!! But this is meant to give me a solid reference from which to work.

Dates of R are listed as years from landfall on Reiassan.

Lyuda Era - approx. 500 R.
Edally Academy was begun approximately one thousand years ago, in the time of the Emperor Eleddeltendel...

Skirmish Era, from 200-750 R

About 500 years ago, the original tower of Edally was torn down.

Rin & Girey Era: 900 R.

Edally Academy (Serial) era: 1500 R.

Doonts it with the stick of Officiadom.
aldersprig: (CeRilla)
"It's perfect." Ce'rilla looked around the old hotel. "It has an atrium, it has rooms, and everything else can be fixed."

"Mmm." Her sister - "sister" the way her family did family ties, at least - regarded the place thoughtfully. "I thought you wanted trees."

Ce'rilla regarded the building. Once upon a time, it had been a highway-off-ramp stop. But the world had ended when 'Rilla and her sister were barely children. Now it was abandoned, and the highway was not exactly well-used. "I see trees over there."

"'Rill, the trees are like a mile away."

"Mmm." Ce'Rilla stretched, and then stretched. Talking to trees was easy. "But they're going to come here."

Ce'Rilla is a character in Addergoole (Second generation), as is her sister.

Addergoole has a landing page here

Written in a quest to write a flash to every one of the icons [ profile] djinni has drawn for me.
aldersprig: (Beryl)
This is [ profile] wispfox's commissioned continuation of Cats & Grannies. and Cat's in the Attic.

Radar appeared to approve of the center box of the nine - although, perhaps out of consideration to Aunt Bea, he wasn't talking. Beryl, armed with the gloves the cat had suggested and a scarf tied over her nose and mouth, moved everything with the care usually taken by museum archivists.

(She wondered, very briefly, what a historian or archaeologist would make of the family archives, such as they were. Had anyone in the family ever studied archeology?)

“Aunt Bea...” Her voice was muffled by the scarf, but Aunt Bea's hearing was still sharp. “Do we have any historians in the family?”

“Oh, the family doesn't tend to go that way.”

“Aah.” Beryl noted the tone, and wondered what Aunt or pushy Granny had inculcated that idea into the family. “I think it might be fun to do a study of all this, that's all.”

“Well, but who could you show it to?”

“Aunt-” She hefted the box out of its spot and set it, carefully, on a clear patch of attic floor “-Evangeline. Or maybe one of the cadet branches - hey, how come they're the cad... never mind. Thanks for letting me take this, Aunt Bea.” That was Dangerous Territory. People Beryl's age weren't supposed to worry about Dangerous Territory.

“Don't worry too much about the politics, honey. It'll sort itself out, it always does. And be careful with what's in those boxes - I mean, tell Eva to be careful.” Was that a wink, or just a trick of the light?


Beryl had earned the privilege of a locked door with her fourteenth birthday, and was very grateful for it as she and Radar sat down with the box. Not that she thought her mother would exactly object, but her mother would talk to her sisters, and her cousins, and they'd talk to their mothers, and their aunts, and so on, and soon Beryl would find herself buried in Grannies again.

She turned up the music nobody else in the house liked - just loud enough to be audible if one stopped to listen, not loud enough to get her yelled at by anyone else - triple-checked the lock, and made sure The Necklace was wrapped in silk and locked in a stone box. “All right, Radar.” She popped the lid and stared inside. “What am I looking for?”

“It's going to be a journal.” Radar jumped into the box, growing smaller as he did in a show of power he almost never exhibited. The kitten-size fit much better among the paperwork. “If I recall, it was bound in leather - brown and green - and wrapped in ribbon.”

“There's so much stuff here.” She lifted out a folder labelled Family Photographs, 1910. The handwriting was a long, spidery script she'd seen more than a few times before. “And what's dangerous about photos?”

“In your family? Everything.” The cat pushed aside a yellowed book of sheet music; Beryl had never heard of the composer, but she could smell the magic still coming off of it like dust. “Here it is. Careful, girl, it's old.”

Old didn't begin to cover it. Beryl stared at the cover of the book, with its flaking gold-embossed name. “Is that...”

It had to be. The family, for reasons of clarity, did not repeat names. But she had to ask again, anyway. “Is that...”

“The secrets have been lost for a long time indeed, child. Take it.” Radar pushed the book towards her. “You're going to need it.”

Aunt Family has a landing page here (and on LJ).

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aldersprig: (Winter)
"You're totally OCD, you know."

Winter's new co-worker sprawled on the edge of Winter's desk, poking at the pens Winter had lined up parallel to the edge of said desk. "I can see why you work in a law library."

"I like order." Winter moved the pens back into line and allowed himself to look the new co-worker in the scruffy face. "It helps with my work, yes." He noticed the twitch above the man's left eye, and the nick where he'd likely cut himself shaving. "And why are you working in a law library, Darrel?"

Useful setting information: The strands, in this 'verse, connect everything, and are created by connections between people or between things.

Want more Stranded World? Check out the landing page here.

Written in a quest to write a flash to every one of the icons [ profile] djinni has drawn for me.
aldersprig: (Genique)
This follows after: Taking Chances, Betting on it, Betting Time, and is before Accidental.

It fills the "Sleeping arrangements" square on my [community profile] ladiesbingo card and was prompted by [personal profile] kelkyag.

559 words by MSWord.

“There have been, ah, some changes in arrangements.” As openings went, Genique had done better. But this was the Quartermaster. “I need to change my bunking arrangements, that is.”

Genique was growing familiar with all of the officers on the pirate ship, but she had not yet entirely figured out Marist Irio, the Quartermaster.

For instance, the way the woman was looking at her now, on Genique's home planet, would have been a leer. But there was something about it that seemed almost innocent, compared to the way, say, Genique's older brother had once leered about a gentleman caller.
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aldersprig: a close up of an alder leaf (Leaf)

The Highlights

Edally Academy has its own website!

Some Stories
Beating Around the Idiom Bush
Gender Funk Test story-beginning (two stories of Spaaace)
Trek-Style Geek, for Three-Word Wednesday

Feedback Requested
Prompts Wanted: Demifiction for Circled Plain (Inner Circle)
Edally Academy is on Muse's Success! Please review!

My Serials
Edally Academy Chapter Nine: To Our Successes, May they Be Written Forever
Jumping Rings Chapter Six: Valran

My Life
Timehop of my own: 4 years ago today
Recipe try-outs: a quick review

Other People
Now Available: Not in Need of Quests, a Men in Fantasy Coloring Book! by M.C.A. Hogarth

The Rest of the Week )
aldersprig: (goatie goat)
After With the Goats

Liegya hadn't meant to be a census-taker.

She'd meant to be a show-rider, a fancy-goat-dancer, a parade-trick-acrobat.

And she was good at it, good with the goats, good with the acrobats, good with the showmanship.

She still was. But parental push had been harder than she'd expected, she'd gotten very good marks in counting and accounting in school, and the position in the census bureau had come with a very nice salary and a house she only saw once a year.

And it came with her pick of goats, and being with the goats 9/10 of the time, even if she'd rather be counting other people's goats than the people themselves.

When the villagers told her about "oh, Lazhman, probably out with the goats..." She had to go look. At the goats, of course.

And maybe at another soul who'd rather be with the four-legged than two.

Reiassan has a landing page here (and on LJ).

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aldersprig: (Cooking)
So, we bought "PBFit," powdered peanut butter, because we had a coupon at BJ's club (A big-box/buy-in-quantity style-store) and wanted to try it.

And I was craving peanut butter cookies, so I did some googling, and found this:

If you scroll down, there's a recipe for "Easy chocolate chip peanut butter cookies recipe."

It's a bare modification to the (halved) Tollhouse recipe - 1/8 c less flour, 1/4teas less salt, and then add powdered PB (yes, I have the Tollhouse recipe memorized).

It tasted... good. Not peanutty enough, although replacing the chocolate chips with pb chips might have helped. Not quite the right mouthfeel for peanut butter cookies, though adding a bit more pb fit might help.

Short sum: tasty, will cook again, but will modify next time to be tastier.
aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
The Kitchn: Advice for Eating on a Very Tight Budget

(we ate lots of rice and beans, and "splurged" on condiments when they were on sale. To this day you can see that echoed in our condiment selection, which is, ah, extensive).

Via M.C.A. Hogarth: Russian Scientists Build Monument To Honor Lab Rats

Now I want to read Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH again...

And FROM MCA Hogarth: Now Available: Not in Need of Quests, a Men in Fantasy Coloring Book!

You have GOT to look at this! It's beautiful!
aldersprig: (BookGlasses)
I woke alone, I woke blind to the world, and I woke scared.

Those are the things I know about when I woke, and only those, not when nor where nor why I was, or even who I was. I was against a wall, the floor was cold, and I could not see.

And you were not with me. Of course: I was alone. But more than the absence of other breath, other voices in the room was the absence of you.

I found my feet, somehow. I found a stick, a cane, somehow. My body knew the way. I found a door - that was harder - and the sun on my face told me travel west.

But the ache in my gut told me travel east, so east I went.

The bus was going North, so I walked. The police officer that stopped me wanted to take me west, but I talked him out of it. The punks that wanted my money, when they found I had none wanted to take me to their home.

But their home was to the south, so I kept walking anyway. I didn't know where I was going - how could I, when I didn't know even who I was? - but I knew you were there.

"There's nothing to the east," the taxi driver told me. "You can't go there like that." I say taxi drive, like I said punks, because he asked if I needed a ride and told me a price, like the punks grabbed me with hard hands and then handed me back my cane with soft words.

The sun's warmth was gone before I reached my destination, but I could feel the edge of the road with my cane, so I kept walking. Cars would rush by, a gust of wind and a blast of sound, but I kept walking. They'd honk or shout or both, but I kept walking. The night grew cold, but I kept walking.

I didn't know how far I had to go, and I could not see the signs to read them, but I knew you were ahead of me still. There was nothing to do but keep walking, keep walking.

The sun was warm on my face again when a car pulled alongside me. "You can't be here," the woman told me. "The signs say so."

"I'm almost there," I told her, and by that I knew that I was nearly to you. "Only a little longer."

"But you can't be here."

I kept walking. There was nothing behind me, after all, but the dark. And ahead of me was you.

To [community profile] dailyprompt, 2014-09-10:
If I was blindfolded
If my memory was erased
If every sign pointed
to another place
I'd still find you

For #FridayFlash
aldersprig: (flower aldersprig)
A continuation of Flying-Squirrel's Freedom (or Fetters)

"Freck, freck, freck!" Farley was still fighting against the fetters when the Fondly sisters came for him.

The foremost one - Fanny, probably - was dangling a set of keys from her finger. Her red-furred ear sported a new notch, but she and Fiona were otherwise unscathed. "Finally." Fanny's smile had way too many teeth. "Do you know how long we've been looking for you?"

"And we only had to kill half a pirate ship to get you." Fiona looked around ostentatiously. "I wonder where we can get some more crew..."
aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
We are $4 from the "character art" threshold, and I would really like to get an art of our samurai catboy.


Just a reminder: $4 now buys you 400 words, twice what it would with my normal commission rates. Got something you're just dying to see a little more of? Now's your chance!

These rates will be open until I wake up tomorrow morning, if you want to push us towards the $50 "I will write an extra fic for everyone" level!

Closed! Next Giraffe Call will be around about the 11th of October!
aldersprig: (Taslin)
Much like last month's call, I'm looking for prompts for demifiction set in the world of Inner Circle - the Circled Plain or the greater universe.

I'm realizing that I'll need padding for the webpage when I get it up some time this week, and demifiction is a good place to start.

I will write at least 4 pieces of at least 100 words during the month of September.

What is demifiction? - to quote myself quoting [personal profile] lilfluff: "To quote [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith demifiction is, 'Demifiction is imaginary stuff written as if it were nonfiction. This includes such things as reviews of books that don't exist, fake movie posters, heroes' shopping lists, etc. It can be challenging to write but it makes a great way to stretch your creative skills, and a really fun way to explore your settings.'

What is Inner Circle? Good question!

Inner Circle is a Serialized web fiction story following two inhabitants of a city on the Circled Plain as they bend knee to serve in order to climb the city's stratified social ladder.

The world of the Circled Plains is, in very short, a far-post-apocalyptic world heavy with magic, where much of the landscape is still blasted and riddled with monsters, and people huddle within walled cities for survival.
aldersprig: (Tairiekie)

Chapter Nine:

To Our Successes, May they Be Written Forever

“Well, you did pretty well.”

Saydrie, Enrie, and Tairiekie gathered around their Philosophy tests, studying their grades.

“I got a 94%. A ninety-four.” Tairiekie’s finger tracked down the page. “He knocked me off for calligraphy on three letters, and for a wrong answer on Mechanical Fastness. How did I get that one wrong? How did I get marked off for...

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aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
To Three-Word-Wednesday (Today's words are Carcass, Geek, Slash).

"When you said you were really into Star Trek, this is not what I expected." Anna stared at the refridgerator carcass which currently took up the large part of the shared living room. "Hector, what are you doing?"

"I didn't say I was into Star Trek. I said I was a 'Star-Trek-style Geek.'" Hector pulled another piece from the guts of the fridge. "This isn't our fridge, don't worry. I got it off craig's list."

"That aside - and good - what is it doing in the living room?" Anna picked her way closer through the debris.
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aldersprig: (Beryl)
This is [personal profile] anke's commissioned continuation of Cats & Grannies.

“Oh, hello, dear. And you brought a... a cat. Oh, you brought That Cat.” Aunt Beatrix was attempting to sound friendly. Mostly she sounded that she was terrified and stressed.

Beryl smiled as nicely as she could manage. She’d wanted to bring Chalce or Stone along, or, better yet, Mom, but Chalce had been busy, Radar was getting weird about Stone, and Mom sometimes forgot she wasn’t a Grandmother yet, so she might not endorse Beryl learning verboten information.

“I’m sorry, Aunt Beatrix. But Radar gets up to trouble if I leave him alone, and I heard that you might have some family records in your attic.”

“Aah, Evangaline finally noticed things were missing, did the girl? Come in, I suppose, as long as your cat there doesn’t get up to any trouble.”

“You hear that, Radar?” Beryl stared at the cat for a moment. “No trouble. You be nice to Aunt Beatrix.”
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Next: Family Secrets & Cat Secrets

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aldersprig: (Tairiekie)
Okay, I've got the web page up - - but to get ads on the site (and thus generate revenue), I need more content, as mentioned here.

Current idea: Cast Page, with everyone listed.

That's a lot of people; it's a school.

What I could use from you: Grab a chapter/Interlude (Claim here first to avoid duplication of work) and list all the named characters in it.

For every chapter done, I'll write you 250 words about... whatever Edally/Reiassan related words you want, although preference given to things at least tangentially related to Edally (rather than, say, more Rin/Girey).

And if you think I'm offering up a lot of bribery, between this and my request for reviews, well... you're not wrong
list of chapters )
aldersprig: (Valran)
Valran, by Mellama photo unnamed_zpsa9b5ef54.png

Chapter Six: Valran


This chapter contains material that some may find NSFW

“Thrust out your hips more.”

“Now you’re just making fun of me.”

“No, I’m telling you what to do.” Bicla put her hands on Valran’s hips and pushed them forward. “Like that. Now you look...”

“Like a ten-piece whore on a street corner.”

“No, no, at least a fifty-piece whore, this is serious Fifth Ring stuff. You’re not a seventh-circle whore. At least, not anymore.”

“You’re so nice.” Her hands on his hips were actually a bit distracting. “Bicla...”
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aldersprig: a close up of an alder leaf (Leaf)
What is a Giraffe Call?
Once a month, on the second Saturday after the first Tuesday of the month, I open up a post calling for prompts on a monthly theme.

Why is it a "Giraffe Call?"
I was saving up for some pretty awesome giraffe-print carpet for the bedroom of Our New House. :-) Thus Giraffe. (I have a lot more renovations to go after the carpet! Currently up is my Foyer.)

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aldersprig: (Lyn Calenyena)
Listing Here

For every reasonably-long review (at least 50 words) posted on Muse's Success, I will release a 250-word demifiction about the school or the world it is in.


if we get three reviews by Sunday, I'll release a chapter early!
aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
"The goddamned blasted thing doesn't work." Anata kicked the car, then, for good measure, slammed the hod with the flat of her fist. "It won't work without electricity, no matter what I do, and..."

"And if we use electricity, we call down the Creatures." Jack banged his head against the garage wall. "I wonder how they're coming on the steam machine."

"Do you really think that we can make that into a-"

The bang and the shock wave hit the wall of the garage at the same time. Jack dove forward, was thrown forward, and landed on top of Anata, both of them pressed against the car.

"Not well, I think." Anata shook her head. "Maybe we should start raising horses."
aldersprig: (AldersGrove)
"Best of travels and a sharp spear on your travels." The Jesharian, Koyl, had served as Reyn's translator and go-between with her people for the last year. Now she engaged in an elaborate bow, bending at both sets of hips, one arm sweeping the floor.

"Best of blessings in your stay, and may your rapport with the next human you meet be as smooth as it was with me." Reyn tried to keep any trace of reluctance or misery from the blessing. The Jesharian were very, very sensitive to such things, and the last thing Reyn wanted was to hurt Koyl's delicate feelings, especially now. "And Koyl... in the human fashion?" Reyn held out a hand. "Thank you."
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(I know, I know. All this and we're not even to the gender-funk part. O-O)
aldersprig: (Shooting star)
Thimbleful Thursday is a new microfic prompt site (mine!). This week's prompt was "Beat Around the Bush" and the word limit was 200 (180-200).

I barely made it in at 467.

"Look, I know you guys like the social padding and all, but I don't have time to beat around the bush..."

Reyn knew the phrase was a mistake the moment it was uttered, but the "don't have time" part was true, and hurry tended to make Reyn slip into old habits, childhood habits.

The Jesharian clicked a blue tongue-equivalent and tilted her head in the manner that had originally made human explorers call the Jesharian

"What is this 'bush' you speak of? Is it the vestigial fur-remnant some humans have between their legs?" The Jesharian - Koyl, her name was Koyl - shifted the head-tilt to the other side. "Bush can also mean tired, exhausted, but I do not know why you would beat either of these things. A strange sexual ritual, perhaps?"
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aldersprig: (AldersGrove)
This is to [personal profile] librarygeek's prompt and comes after The Heritage that Wasn't

"Kitsune are believed to possess superior intelligence, long life, and magical powers."

The dictionaries were not helpful. The online databases were not much more useful. The only place - other than the letters, which were clearly not enough help - where Jen could find any information at all was an old, old, pre-space database which someone had reconstructed as a school project.

Kitsune were benevolent, or mischievous, or even malicious. They were spirits, or they weren't, they shifted form, or they simply appeared to sometimes be human. The information was all over there.

But that one line: "...believed to possess superior intelligence, long life, and magical powers." That, Jen grabbed on to. She could not lengthen her life, not on her own. But she could learn magic.

Of course, "magic" did not exist. Of course, "superior intelligence" was a matter of genetics and pre-birth implants and careful training. Of course, kitsune were a myth.

But Jen had been living off-planet just long enough to have learned that Central Bureaucracy had its lies that it needed to tell, and that colonists, settlers, the Modified, and the true aliens all had their own truths, truths which had more to do with what Jen needed than the Central Bureaucracy Registered Facts ever would.

Superior intelligence came from a series of illicit implants, a longer series of sleep-learning in an Earth-banned procedure used everywhere, usually to bone up on a specific subject, and an ever longer series of sessions with a Modified shaman.

The same shaman taught Jen the preliminaries of magic, and set her on the path to a second teacher, and then to an alien, native of the planet on which she & her father were now residing, who taught Jen things Central Bureaucracy had never even thought to forbid.

Kitsune were myth, but on her twenty-third birthday, Jen found herself staring in the mirror at a fox-fairy.

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aldersprig: (BookGlasses)
(I find the concept of the timehop ap adorable, but I don't have a smart phone AND I don't use Facebook enough for it to find anything reliably. Sooo)

Four years ago today I posted: Two by Two, a story in the post-apoc Fae Apoc world very strongly inspired by the "Two by Two Zoo," a petting zoo we had just seen at the Trumansburg Fair.

(The one and only time I went to that town fair. It was... okay).
aldersprig: (Tairiekie)
The Edally Academy has a web page!

And, now that it's up, I'm remembering that Project Wonderful wants 100 (30) pages before they let you have ads on the site.

Which means, since I have 8 chapters and 2 interludes up, I'd like to add a few short metafiction pieces, outtakes, descriptive scenes, worldbuilding lists, whathave you.

They shouldn't be more than 250 words a pop, so they're easy enough to do, but I could use some suggestions.

Alternately, do you think any of the demifiction listed here: might be useful to readers of Edally who aren't familiar with the world as a whole?
aldersprig: a close up of an alder leaf (Leaf)

The Highlights

Some Stories
Cats and Grandmas - a Story of Aunt Family
Meeting the Archmage - a story of the Circled Plain
Oil & Water for Thimbleful Thursday

Feedback Requested
Ladies Bingo - Prompt a Square!

My Life, My Brain
Micro-Housing becoming a trend fascinates me
Gone Sailing!
Taughannock Falls

My Serial(s)
Edally Academy: The Angry Aetherist - Chapter Eight: Far From the Best

Other People
Signal Boost: LB-Lee's Writeathon
K Orion Fray's September Prompt Call

And the Rest of the Week... )
aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
This is written to [ profile] rix_scaedu's commissioned continuation of the "Samurai" thread:
Gonna be a Samurai
Gonna Learn how to be a Samurai and
Being a Samurai Takes Work
If You Want to be a Samurai...

Fourth Year

“Austin, you don’t have to fake a headache. Seriously. If you don’t want to come to the recital, just say so.”

“No! ...No.” Austin had burrowed as far under the blankets as he could go, but he had to peek out so that Sianna could see he was sincere. The light seemed to stab at his eyes, but Sianna had to understand. “No, I promise-”

“You’re not supposed to promise.”
Read more... )
aldersprig: drawing of a dark-skinned young man with goat horns and a nervous expression (Jamian)
I had a lot of votes for the September Theme Poll - which is awesome, because it means that a lot of people donated/tipped/commissioned in August, on top of my Patreon donor at the $5 level.

The votes were:
1 - Stranded
10 - DnD
Love stories

So that's two votes each for Stranded, Gender-funkery, and DND (Dragons Next Door).

I assigned these each a number (1,2,3), opened up my handy-dandy, and rolled.

And got 2! The theme for the month is gender-funkery, and now I get to figure out how to make a theme theme (one that isn't a setting) work! Yay!
aldersprig: wedding pic (wed)
It's almost the weekend again, but oh, wow, was last weekend fun!

I went on a boat! And Drank Wine! And ate Tapas! And drank more Wine! And then it was Christmas!

My dear friends E.Mc & Pivin gave T & I, for Christmas, a gift certificate for two people's ride on the Schooner True Love - they also got themselves two tickets, as a promise to come visit sometime in the summer.

And, sliding in just under the wire, they came to visit last weekend!

So we went out on this lovely sailboat - about 60-something feet - for about two hours, tacking back and forth across Seneca Lake.

It was awesome. (My new icon for [ profile] thornewrites is me on the boat, just before I lost the hat). I haven't been on a sailboat in probably a decade, and it was the most soothing feeling. Also, the best day for it - warm, no rain, but not oppressive, plenty of breeze.

The rest of the weekend was just as awesome. We checked out a new-to-us tapas place: Mia and ate lots of tasty food, then unwound at Autumn Leaves, a used book store on the Commons - I bought Eats, Shoots and Leaves, which I've been wanting to read for ages!

Then it was "Christmas" - technically a mutual celebration of birthdays that took place in April, April, May, and June. All the gifts!

And then there was wine, but this post is already dragging long. More for next time! Cheerio!
aldersprig: (BookGlasses)
The-Writer-Formerly-in-My-Attic, K Orion Fray, has a Prompt Call open!

The theme is Back in the Saddle, and proceeds go to help Ri resaddle (defray car expenses) after a recent move.

Prompting is free; tips open up incentive levels and get you more words.
aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
"It's the job," she'd say, when Tchaikovsky announced a text. Better not to say someone's dead; they either already knew or they'd never get it.

"I'll be back when I can." She'd step out carrying her go bag and never saying if I survive. If they understood already, it was cruel. If they didn't, it was crueler.

"It was hard," returning, never filling in the gory details, the struggle to pull herself back to humanity, the blood that never totally washed out. If they'd asked, they already knew.

"I've got to go:" never even hinting at the pain of being so close to someone so human.

From [community profile] dailyprompt, 2014-08-21: "things that are better left unsaid".
For #FridayFlash; I wasn't satisfied with my last piece so voila
This riffs off of Entanglement from #3ww
aldersprig: (Evangaline)
The family - Evangaline's family, Beryl's family, the family - has known how to use power for a very long time. They've known who should have power, too - them, of course, and preferably nobody else.

It's a big family, but there's a lot of power to be had; they've been collecting it for quite a while.

And, because they understand - through hard experience, in some cases - what happens if you hold power without paying sufficient attention to it, the family condenses that power into one person in each branch of the family, an unmarried, childless woman who has, so the theory goes, no distractions from her power. Because the family is not known for its creativity, they call this woman the Aunt - and she is always a niece of the former Aunt.

Evangaline has recently taken on the mantle of the Aunt, but the family is already guessing that her teenage niece Beryl will be the next one to wear the mantle.

The "Aunt Family" setting is rural modern fantasy, set in an unnamed town where the family's reputation has, over the generations, gotten around. The magic is quiet, but nobody really doubts that it's there.

The Aunt Family Landing Page is here.

aldersprig: a red-heded freckled girl, smiling (Autumn)
"This is the dance." Senna took Autumn's hands. "Your feet go like..." She hitched up her skirts to show her bare toes. "This and then this and then this."

"Like, ah..." Autumn tried the steps. "This and then this, and then this and this?"

"Almost!" Senna grinned and showed off the steps again. "This and then this and so on."

"This and then this..." Autumn found herself singing it. "Then this and so on. Senna, you're a genius."

"I'm a genius? It's a dance." The dance-mistress' feet moved in a more complicated pattern this time, and her skirts swished against her knees.

"You're a genius. It's a song." More than a song, it was a knot. "It's a song to the universe."

Autumn shifted her vision sideways, to the place where the strands of the world lay bright against the void. "'Like this and like that and like this and uh...'" Her steps twined in the strands; Senna's steps twisted in the lines, and together they made a beautiful macrame of connections. "Genius. This is the dance."

Useful setting information: The strands, in this 'verse, connect everything, and are created by connections between people or between things.

Want more Stranded World? Check out the landing page here.

Written for Friday Flash and in a quest to write a flash to every one of the icons [ profile] djinni has drawn for me.

"Like this and like that and like this and uh..." is from Dr. Dre's Nuthin but a G thang.


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