aldersprig: (BookGlasses)
I write a lot - much in established settings, some in one-off universes.
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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!

What Follows,
an apocalyptic anthology:
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.

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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?

Addergoole, a completed webserial

Edally Academy, a new webserial

Tales for the Sugar Cat, my ebook

Kazkah Press, a flash-fiction webzine

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: (KinkBingo2)
Lady Castilla came home late from a tiring night at the office to find her assistant Geordi still on the phones.

She waited patiently until he hung up the call, taking the time to strip off her business-wear and slide into a robe and her favorite slippers. Only when she heard the click of the phone did she click the leash onto the back of Geordi's collar.

"How long have you been on the phone today?"

He may have been property by law, but he was her most valuable assistant. There was no groveling in his voice when he answered her. "Twelve hours."

"Don't you think it's time for a break?"

Now, he hesitated. "There's still the calls for the Mansfield problem to deal with..."
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aldersprig: (Nano 2014)
The below is a guest post from Jeff Cook:

First, Lyn, thank you very much for the opportunity to appear on your blog. I really appreciate the opportunity.

Now for the details. Here's the things I've learned about the process of taking a Nanowrimo project to publication. Now, I'm not a best-selling author, but I have published two books, with two more coming out early next year (one self-published, one traditionally published.) I've also been accepted in a number of anthologies. I can't tell you how to hit it big, land the high end agent, and retire... but I have learned a few things about putting out a book that will garner pretty good reviews from reviewers I've never met, getting past the gates of the publishing world (there's a lot of them), self-publishing vs. trad-publishing, and putting out a book you can be proud of. I have a long way to go, and a lot to learn, but within a year of publishing, the books are at least helping make a significant dent in the bills. So take from this what you will.
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aldersprig: (Evangaline)
"It can't be done."

Asta looked at the pile of books, then at the broken lightbulb spread across the table. She looked back at the books, and then, finally, she looked at her cousin. "It has to be done, Maeve."

"You know what the Humpty Dumpty rhyme really means."

"I know." Asta bit her lip. "Once something is done, it is done. Once someone is cursed, he is cursed. Once a vow is vowed, it is set in stone."

"And yet..."

"And yet I need to break the vow, un-curse the curse. I need to put Humpty Dumpty back together again."

"And what makes you think you can succeed where all the king's horses and all his men could not?"

Asta lifted her chin. "Because I am the Aunt."

written to [personal profile] kelkyag's prompt.
aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
"There's no water under the bridge." Geoff stopped midway across the plank structure to stare down at the stones. "I mean, there's a lot of rubbish, and some moss, but there's no water at all, even standing water."

Before Elora could stop him, he'd vaulted over the railing - nearly ripping it off in the process; it wasn't very well-built - and started digging in the rocks with his shovel. "The bridge isn't recent. But if this was a streambed, there should be some sign of water under here. I mean, we haven't seen any evidence that the stream has moved."

"Well, one, it could have moved further ahead of us. Two, it could be the dry season. And three—" Elora was growing very uncomfortable having Geoff down there. "—they could have built the bridge for some other reason than water." She offered him a hand. "We don't know why they didn't want to walk over that area, that area you're standing right on right now, but we know it was important enough for them to waste rare timber on it. Come on, please?"

Geoff didn't move. "I. I think I know why they built a bridge. I'm... I'm sorry, Elora."


To September 25th's Thimbleful Thursday prompt, approx. 200 words
aldersprig: a close up of an alder leaf (Leaf)
"I'm going to ask you to imagine..."

The classroom, as a single individual, shuddered. They all closed their eyes obediently; they grasped the padded edges of their desks carefully. They began to imagine, as they were told. But they did it all with the air of someone being told to walk themselves to the electric chair.

The teacher either did not notice or did not care. The lights went down, certain switches were flipped, and the electrodes attached to the students' skulls began to do their dirty work.

"...that you and your tablemate were partners in a crime. A theft. And you are now in separate rooms in the jail, while the DA speaks to you about confessing."

None of them opened their eyes. They could not if they'd wanted to, and they didn't need to. They knew who their tablemate was; that never changed. And the scene was already playing out in their heads.

Carrie looked around the interrogation room. The DA was a tired-looking man in his late fifties, his trenchcoat old, his hands older. "We know you did it. The question is if you'll confess first or if your partner will."

She could feel the handcuffs around her wrists. She could feel the cold seat pressing against her bum. She could feel, more, the panic making her heart race, thump-thump, thump-thump.

The DA looked at a monitor. "Looks like your partner panicked and died. You're off the hook this time."

In the front row, one student slumped. The teacher flipped two switches.

Written to [personal profile] thebonesofferalletters' prompt.
aldersprig: (HalloweenAldersprig)
Let some vampires lurk in the shadows. Let some of them hide in dark alleys, creeping along for their prey. Let some of them scrabble from day to day for their blood, hoping to get enough to survive, hoping not to be noticed.

Antonius had decided many, many years ago that he would not lurk, he would not scrabble, and he would not creep. He had decided that he would not leave his prey wounded and dripping in filthy alleyways. He wouldn't sneak into vigins' bedrooms to steal a sweet taste. He was not going to be the one you didn't want to go home with from a bar, nor the one that showed you why good girls and boys didn't walk home alone at night.

Those vampires were monsters, beasts, creatures. Antonius was a gentleman, and he was blessed well going to act like it.

But, of course, he was still a vampire, and as such, he needed blood to live.

He studied human physiology for decades, practicing on volunteers and "volunteers," learning how much he could take from any donor without killing, then how much would cripple the donor, and then how much would leave him sated and the donor still walking.
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aldersprig: (kai-sky)
"I never thought this would come in handy. Those underwater basket-weaving classes you took in college, your 'easy a's'..." Amelie shook her head. "I thought you were coasting."

"Everybody thought I was coasting." Brent finished the repair with an elaborate knot. "It's hard to explain that you know you have to learn something. So I went with Liberal Arts because it allowed me to dabble..."

"And used your psychic powers to take classes you knew you were going to need?"

"Well..." Brent swam up. Below, a basket wrapped around a shifting seal, holding an Old One in their place. "Yes."


To this week's Thimbleful Thursday prompt, 100 words. Also for Friday Flash.
aldersprig: a close up of an alder leaf (Leaf)
to the Thimbleful Thursday prompt from 2 weeks back "For XYZ reasons;" 393 words

"So, she went right into the middle of a Blank zone. Just walked through it, like there weren't Creatures still in the air and only the skies know what sort of trouble on the ground. Not to mention falling walls and all that standing water...." Grace shook her head. "Who knows what goes through the mind of someone like that?"

"We're talking about Lisette, right?" Rose pursed her lips. "Who knows why she does anything? She's the one that rode below an airship all the way across the Blank Plains. She's the one that brought home an Other just to see what made it tick. She does what she wants, for x, y, and z reasons, and the rest of us just have to stay out of her way."

"You just put up with here?" Grace had only been in Mortin for a few months; she'd been a refuge from a lost town, one of only three survivors. Rose tried to remember that when Grace got... difficult. Judgey. "It seems like she's putting the whole compound at risk."

Rose took a breath. Remember what happened to Mortin. Remember the bodies. Remember the Blanks. "The thing about Lisette is... yes, she does her own things, for her own reasons, reasons that are best not asked about and not worth speculating on. And when the compound was attacked by a wave of Blanks last year, it was Lisette - Lisette, on her own - that saved us."

"But you let her just wander into Blank zones. What if she came back blanked out? What if she contracted some disease?" Grace leaned forward. "What if she let the Blanks in?"

"Lisette is not going to do something like that." Although Rose was beginning to see a picture of how Mortin had fallen. "Lisette does what she does, for Lisette's reasons - but she protects the compound. She's never failed to protect the compound."

"But what if she's wrong? What if, worse, what if she's doing something wrong? You can't just let people wander around for mysterious reasons, and not expect them to turn on the compound! You can't!" Grace's voice was getting louder and louder, shriller and shriller.

Rose kept her voice low and quiet. "Lisette has her reasons for doing what she does. And we have our reasons for letting her."
aldersprig: a close up of an alder leaf (Leaf)
Do you want to end a world?

Not this world; that would be messy. Not to mention, if you end the world, you don't have anywhere to sell your stories. Or to buy coffee.

So let's end some other world, shall we?

When I started writing Monster Godmother, I didn't need to end the world; I already had the Faerie Apocalypse rather well set up. I already had lots of apocalypse settings, actually.

But say you need a tailor-made apocalypse for a story idea. Where do you start?
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aldersprig: a brown-skinned girl with elf ears, yellow eyes, and a red hood carrying a notebook. (CiaraPicture)
This story is set in the late apoc of fae apoc, and follows
Mourning Lost Gods and
The Destruction of the Gods
and The Dead Gods Come Visiting
We'd gotten ourselves as settled as we were going to be, gotten ourselves a little more comfortable with the end of the world, and, most importantly, we'd gotten comfortable with the lack of godlets everywhere. Then a godlet walked into what served us as a house and fell down half-dead.

We were all looking at each other when Kingfisher pulled out his filleting knife. Then it went from a cautious twelve-pointed look to a panicked 11-pointed look. The question was half what is Kingfisher going to do and half what do we want him to do?

"She's a human being..." Kingfisher looked at his knife, then at the stone-skinned girl lying on the floor. "Well, she's a being, and one that isn't trying to kill us. And someone was clearly trying to kill her. Makes her, if not an ally, then not our enemy right now."

There was another look around the room. Finally, it ended up being me that had to speak up.

"It's logic, I guess." I looked down at the elf on the floor. She looked so harmless. Then again, they often did. "But when she wakes up, we're gonna need promises of no-harm and no-brain-fuckery from her. First thing, no hedging."

"I agree totally." Kingfisher leaned over to speak to to her, although I'm not sure she could hear him. "I'm going to cut the arrow out, miss. This is going to hurt a lot."

She didn't answer, but, then again, when the knife went in, she didn't moan, either. She didn't make any sound at all, not when he cut around the arrow-head, not when he pulled it out.

"Did you kill her?" Jason leaned forward. Worried or relieved? I couldn't tell.

"With this?" Kingfisher waved his steel knife around. "Hardly. They might have, though."

"I.." The elf groaned. "You want... promises."

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aldersprig: (KinkBingo2)
It had started out horribly.

Sara had allowed Adrian to move in with her out of something like compassion and something like building-good-karma: he'd ended up in a bad spot with his last roommate, so when he lost his job he had no place to stay, no savings, not even a futon. Sara was doing pretty well, so easy enough for her to let Adrian sleep on her futon.

And that was fine, but Sara wasn't used to having other people in her space, and Adrian wasn't used to not having something to do, so for the first three weeks all they did was yell at each other (mostly Sara yelled) and pester each other (mostly Adrian pestered).

It was a disaster, and all their friends knew it. Until Sara, absolutely done with everything, turned around and spat out, "if you're that bored, do the dishes!"

And he did.

And then he came back to ask "what next?" and Sara gave him the laundry - and then dinner prep for the next day, and then, when he was still asking her for things to do, suggested he scrub the bathroom floor.

When he took even that without complaint, she took him out and bought him ice cream.

After a couple weeks of this, Adrian stopped asking Sara and just did the things that needed doing. After a couple more weeks, Sara found herself relying on it. If Adrian did the dishes, she could write for twenty more minutes. If he did the laundry, she could steal ten minutes at the coffee shop. If he cleaned the floor... it was clean for the first time since she'd bought the apartment.

And then Adrian got a job.

If you'd like to see more of this story, I bet there's more to be written. Just drop a tip in the the tip handcuffs:

Written to [personal profile] perfectworry's prompt
aldersprig: (KinkBingo2)
Rock, Hard, Now What?

“How do we get through this? I’ll tell you how. Let me go. Then I can get out of this damn place, and I’ll be just fine.” He flexed against the chains, digging their edges into his skin. “You can fend for yourself.”

“Not going to happen. Letting you go is suicide for me - and the king’s soldiers will hunt you down.”

He growled. “Damnit, woman, I’m not going to bow and scrape for a year like some slave.”

It didn’t seem to bear pointing out that, technically, he was a slave. “Nobody’s asking you to.”

“Sure as blazes sounds like it.” He shifted his weight from one knee to the other.

“No.” The princess shook her head slowly. “I am asking you to agree to live in my suite for a year and to refrain from killing people - especially me - for that year.”

“While being your slave.”
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Written to [personal profile] rix_scaedu's commissioned continuation.

If you want more of this story - and this one could go on for a while!! - drop a tip in, ah, the tip handcuffs:
aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
First: Visiting Doomsday
Previous: Classrooms of Doomsday

Kheper nodded at Luke. Luke nodded back at Kheper. Nobody needed to be a succubus to sense the tension in the air.

The students weren’t, Luke assumed, all in the room yet - there were three there, one in just-grey-white-and-black, one with the same red accessories and accents that Nehara was wearing, and one wearing light green and pink. All three of them, almost in unison, looked at their professor, looked at each other, and turned to look at Luke.

He flared his wings and, feeling immensely self-conscious under the gaze of three teenagers and one boy he still thought of as a teenager, bowed again. He cleared his throat. “Ah, hello. Professor - Agislaw. Jae’Law-Shield.”

The boy in pink and green gasped. Luke schooled his face and waited for Kheper’s response.

The boy - man, he probably deserved that much - bowed back in response. “Sa’Hunting Hawk. Luke. Principal Doomsday told me you were visiting, but I didn’t know you’d be taking in my humble class.”
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Written to @Inventrix's commissioned continuation.
aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
I've been trying to pay more attention lately.

I'm noticing when I stop playing an online game, why I do so (too much grinding; they were mean to a friend of mine), and if I go back, why I do so (new genes, friends talking about it & linking to it).

I'm noticing when I buy a book or read a book, why I do so:

I bought a John Scalzi book because he stood up for Micah during the Space Marine Problem.

I read a book @dahob lent me on, and then found another similar book by "similar books" and bought that (haven't read it yet).

I stopped (years ago) reading an author I enjoyed, in part because she hit a wall of squick for me in the last book I read - and in part because she got politically vitriolic on her LJ.

And yet, despite the fact that another author disagrees with me on every political point I've read her blogging about - but she's never hateful, and I've bought her books, wishlisted her books, driven 4 hours to go to a reading of her, and told her I wanted to be her when I grew up.

Pay attention to your own buying habits. They tell you something about other people's habits - and they tell you something about marketing.
aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
While the Dungeon & Cave call didn't reach $100 ($94!), it did reach and far exceed the $40 character art level.

So: Which character or pair of characters do you want to see art of? Going by donations to continue, the most popular were Daxton and his mercenary, the princess and her angry captive, Ivor and Valeta, and Edora and Prince Rodegard - but it's a lot more spread out than it was in August (Catboy Samurai all the time!).

So who do you want to see?

Need a refresher? All the stories can be found in The Giraffecall tag (and on LJ).

Any character from this Giraffe Call is fair game, not just those I've mentioned above.
aldersprig: a close up of an alder leaf (Leaf)
"I can do a quick-and-dirty fix." Carlotta pushed the magnifying eyepiece back on her head, pinning her red-and-white curls back with the strap. It gave her, Johsnen thought, a strangely rakish and mechanical look, the telescoping eyepiece sticking out of her head like a periscope. "To actually repair it would take three weeks to a month and parts we don't have here. So that adds another two weeks to a month, depending on when a caravan or 'ship can get through to Ashburg. That kind of fix, though, that would hold up to just about anything except maybe a wild boar attack."

"And the quick-and-dirty?" Johsnen ran an apologetic hand over the 'car. He really hadn't meant to get it into so much trouble. But there'd been Them, and then there'd been that hole in the road he hadn't seen until he was in it, and all things considered, he was lucky he'd gotten himself and the steamcar back to Bridgeport. But she'd never look the same again, and she'd been a lot of miles in the poor thing.

"The quick-and-dirty I can do with what I have here. It'll run, it'll be safe against normal impacts - it'll take a humanoid hit, but stay away from big tusked or horned things - and it won't break down. But it's going to be a little more fragile, and it'll probably take a few more repairs along the way."

"Can you..."

"Yeah. But if you come back around in winter, it's going to be more like three months. For one thing, everyone does the same thing. For the other..."

Johsnen sighed. "Yeah. For the other, nobody wants to travel the Blank Plains in wintertime."

This was meant to be about Carlotta (with a nod to @inventrix), but it really turned out to be more about Johsnen (Jawz-nen). Ah, well.

283 words, to two weeks' past Thimbleful Thursday, here:
aldersprig: (Nano 2014)
The below is a guest post on NaNoWriMo, written by [personal profile] thebonesofferalletters. Check out their Patreon, too, (here).

So, NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is almost upon us. From the first of November to the end of the month writers all over the world make a mad dash to reach 50,000 words and, ideally, complete a novel.

NaNoWriMo can be a wonderful experience, you can find a flourishing writing community in the month of November and potentially use the momentum you gain during the month o propel you through the rest of the year.

I personally have found that it gets a little tricky keeping things together during the month though. Between having to balance school or work, holidays, and life in general, NaNo gets a lot trickier sometimes.

Luckily for anyone who's facing a full schedule, there is plenty of advice out there on how to have a successful NaNoing experience and I'm here to add to that pile.

So these are my tips to stay sane during November.
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aldersprig: (nano winner 2012)
I recently came across these two posts on alternate ways of doing wordcount for NaNoWriMo:


I found them interesting, although possibly not-for-me (I like building in skip days, myself).

My own 60K is actually divided over 24 writing days and 6 off days (including a vacation in the middle). I'm curious to see how the actual writing goes.

Maybe I should look at my tracking data & see if months follow a flow patter.

If you NaNo, how do you divide up the 50,000? If you write, how do you work out your writing quota over time?
aldersprig: (Girey)
Egarengar had known things when he married Inatalana.

He had known that it was a political match first, a financial match second, and a match of compatible personalities third.

He had known that her title was so much higher than his as to be on a different ladder altogether, and that they were distance enough related that, if they had been goats, they would not have even had the same colors in their coats. He had known that she was a daughter of the Emperor, and that they would be expected to have many, many children.

He had known that he was stepping into a subordinate role, but one where he would be respected and honored, treated as a peer and not as an employee.
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aldersprig: (Cali)
The first thing Lady Stefania did when she bought Joe was take him to a cosmetic witch, who grew out the hair on his head - kept buzzed, but black and luxurious when let to grow - until it reached his knees, and removed all the hair on the rest of his body.

The second thing that Lady Stefania did was exchange the plastic-and-steel slave shop collar for a torque of gold and silver and matching shackles. By the time Joe swum out from under the be-happy-be-obedient drugs the slave shop had doped him with, he was bejeweled, shackled, pierced in places he didn't want to thing about, and lying on his stomach on a bed covered in silk.

It took him a few minutes to realize that the blanket around him was actually his hair, and a little longer to realize that he was actually shackled this way. By the time he thought to panic, he'd also realized that there was a naked elf sitting next to him.

Not elf, he realized, after a moment of confusion. She was just an amazingly elfin woman, pointed nose, pointed chin, and a slender body that couldn't be more than five feet tall when she was standing.

Which she wasn't. She was actually - his butt clenched - in the process of straddling him, her hands on his shoulders. Joe bucked, but that only made her chuckle.

"I didn't expect a rodeo ride... but I'll take it if that's what you want." Her fingers splayed across his back, pushing into the tissue, startling Joe. "I was thinking I'd give you a bit of a massage - if you hold still. And maybe braid your hair." Her other hand stroked through the blanket across Joe's back, pushing it to one side. "Long hair and bare skin is such a fun combination, and your hair - and skin - are both so pretty."

Written to [personal profile] wyld_dandelyon's Prompt.

Set in the Tír na Cali 'verse; Cali has a landing page here -

If you want more of this story - and I'm sure I could come up with more of this! - drop a tip in, ah, the tip handcuffs:

aldersprig: (Nano 2014)

I like this in part because it has things like "do some chores, then write about your protag. doing chores."

It's always good to remember that your life doesn't actually stop during nano.
aldersprig: (NanoGiraffe)
Hat tip to @capriox_B:

Why You Might want to work on multiple projects this Nov.

This is a very reasonable article on not focusing on one piece the whole month, but using other pieces to maintain momentum.

I am on the look-out for all sorts of advice on Nano that goes beyond the first-time "keep writing keep writing" sort of trend.
aldersprig: a close up of an alder leaf (Leaf)
Previously: Prince Rodegard Visits the Imperial Capital


Prince Rodegard was staring open-mouthed at Edora. She watched him implacably, pretending that she did not care about his reactions.

Said reactions, as she cataloged them, appeared to be, in order: confusion, worried understanding, denial, more confusion, angry understanding, angrier denial, and then a further state of confusion.

He might be a spoiled childish specimen of a Prince, but he was still, after all, a prince. After a few minutes, he cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, Dame Edora. I must have misheard you.”

She contemplated her answer for a moment. “It’s Princess, actually.”

“...what?” This time, even his manners failed him.
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aldersprig: (Alexa)
In retrospect, things would have gone smoother if the team had made any other choice at all, even staying frozen in indecision.

But the volcano was seconds from showering them all in hot ash and then burying them in lava, and that wasn't a way any of them wanted to die. So Alexa grabbed Cole's hand, who grabbed Josie's, who grabbed Xenia's, who grabbed Aerich's, who grabbed Peter's...

Who grabbed the Jameerery mayor's hand. And the twenty-five Jameerery, no fools and not wanting to die, had been forming up a chain of hands already, so when Alexa opened the Door with her free hand, all twenty-five Jameerery came through with the team.

And in most cases, in most worlds they went between, this wouldn't have been a huge problem. They were alternate Earths, after all. Cole had lost count of the number of Coles and Alexas they'd run into, and there had been that place with the clone Josies...

The problem was that the Jameerery were, ah. Trolls. Or elves. They had horns, at least, and their skin had a slightly purplish tint to it. They worked magic - although not enough to withstand an eruption of that scope, clearly - and they had ears that were pointed and almost catlike. To put it shortly: They weren't human. And it showed. And the Door back to their land had either burned or was encased in lava.

And so Cole found himself putting an adorable straw hat on the head of the most adorable of the Jameerery refugees, who sadly happened to be their mayor's daughter. It covered the horns, and Xenia had already dyed the girl's violet curls black. But covering the violet skin was going to be a trick...

"The girls could be very religious sorts," Josie mused. "But I don't know of a sect in our world where the men cover their faces."

To [personal profile] lilfluff's prompt.

Facets of Dusk has a landing page here.

As always, if you want more, I can be commissioned!
aldersprig: (AylaSmile)
The idea of the Doomsday novella series is to have 8 novellas following a class of 8 through their 8 years at Doomsday.

This is Austin, Sianna, & Sweetbriar's year, but the other 5 students are up in the air.

Each student will get their own novella.

So, what sort of traits would you enjoy reading in Doomsday students, and, if you know, at which age?

(like: the girl who would be a dancer, in her last year at school... but that's already Sianna)
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I have planned for Nanowrimo, among other stories, a 5000-word piece on Austin, the catboy samurai, to which the existing pieces can be a prelude.

So tell me, what sort of shenanigans should Austin be getting into?
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It's almost November, and the Dungeon Call was so successful, I almost forgot about the October theme!

I'm taking prompts on the theme "Impossible Situations;" I'll write at least 100 words to at least the first five prompters.

Prompt in any setting, any characters. I'll see what I can do!
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The Highlights

My Serials
Edally Academy Interlude: Maiku Hall
Jumping Rings Chapter 9: Taslin - Hold

Feedback Requested
Yeeeee, thinking about another project (A poll)
Follow-Up Poll regarding a new serial
Romance Novel Readers: I have a question

Stories & Prompt Call
Sooo Close to $100
Prince Rodegard Visits the Imperial Capital
Amongst the Wrifflites for the Genderfunky Prompt Call
Check-In For Three-Word Wednesday
A Piece of Cake For Thimbleful Thursday

Other People!
Becka Sutton's Crowdfunding nano Project!

Annnnd the rest of the week )
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Read more... )

Written to Hob's commissioned continuation of An Unusual Arrangement and Learning the Arrangement

If you'd like to see more of this story, there is definitely more to be written! Just drop a tip in the the tip handcuffs:

aldersprig: (NanoGiraffe)
Becka Sutton, @shutsumon, is crowdfunding her NaNoWriMo project!

Specifically, she is offering her readers a chance to read her NaNo project as she writes it, either with a one-time donation or becoming a Patreon Patron.

Check it out!
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Read more... )

This was written to Three Word Wednesday (yesterday): Needy, Defensive, Fertile.

Probably because of My open prompt call, the words just... ah, made this story. *cough*.


Done with 3WW? Check out Thimbleful Thursdays!
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If I were to start another serial, as per this poll, and chose the year(s) you'd voted for,

BUT posted it micro-form, i.e., daily or 6 days/week but only 100-250 words/episode:

Poll #16074 Other Serial Questions
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 9

Would you read it?

View Answers

8 (88.9%)

0 (0.0%)

1 (11.1%)

No (or maybe) but I might buy the e-book
0 (0.0%)

Would you tip/donate/commission?

View Answers

1 (11.1%)

0 (0.0%)

Maybe/A little
6 (66.7%)

No (or maybe) but I might buy the e-book
2 (22.2%)

Would you leave feedback/comments?

View Answers

5 (55.6%)

0 (0.0%)

Maybe/Once in a while
4 (44.4%)

No (or maybe) but I might buy the e-book
0 (0.0%)

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...and how to bring them to heel, or how I learned to stop worrying and love their resistance."(34)

An excerpt

...I had owned Robert for five days at this point. He had, just to remind you:
* Broken a window and bent a safety grate
* Burnt down the tool shed in the back
* Beaten up three other slaves
* Broken my nose (accidentally)

He had also withstood:
* isolation
* limited meals
* scorn and verbal shaming
* physical punishment, including the belt
* and more isolation.
Read more... )

Written to [personal profile] kc_obrien's Prompt, also the title of this piece.

If you want more, oh, there's got to be a lot more.

Just drop a tip in the the tip handcuffs:

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I was looking at my chart!
These are just raw numbers, words written each month & running total (2014):
Jan - 48,724
Feb - 37,665 - 86,389
Mar - 35,630 - 122,019
Apr - 40,584 - 162,603
May - 24,651 - 187,254
Jun - 29,451 - 216,705
Jul - 42,970 - 259,675
Aug - 33,408 - 293,083
Sep - 18,513 - 311,596

To date in October: 22,314


Month Wordcount Running
January 38,615
February 28,822 67,437
March 58,837 126,274
April 37,323 163,597
May 47,941 211,538
June 57,215 268,753
July 44,447 313,200
August 25,426 338,626
September 30,178 368,804
October 41,476 410,280
November 89,730 500,010
December 29,491 529,501
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"Okay, so, first we need to break into the Library..." Asha ticked it off on an invisible white board.

"Piece of cake." Tonya didn't even look up from burnishing her nails.

"Then we need to break into the Rare Books Vault..."


"And then we need to break the spell on the book, which will include casting a ritual circle in less than a three-foot-wide space, and not setting off either the spell-based alarms or the motion detectors while doing so."

"What, all of that while balancing on our heads? Come on, give us a challenge. Piece of cake." Tonya grinned over her well-filed nails at Asha.

"...and, once we have the book in our hands, we need to get out of the Rare Books Vault, get out of the Library, get off campus and back to the apartment, and then we'll need another ritual circle, which, at least we have, to get the information properly out of the the book. And then put it all back - though that's the easy part."

Tonya's grin grew bigger. "I'm telling you, Asha. It's a piece of cake."

"And what do we get out of it?"

Her roommate gestured broadly. "The world's best piece. Of. Cake."

To Today's Thimbleful Prompt, "Piece of Cake," 204 words
aldersprig: (KinkBingo2)
I am beginning to notice a trend, in the few books I have read where there is a woman In Charge, On Top - where that's the whole concept of the novel - where she decides like 3/4 of the way through the story that she wants to be on bottom, or he decides he wants her to submit and she goes along. And all of a sudden she's all submissive and ... I signed on to read an Fdomme story.

Is this common, or just the stuff I've read?
aldersprig: (NanoGiraffe)
It's that time of year again. The time when I start doing everything to prep for NaNoWriMo except actually outline my story (or, in this case, stories). I've downloaded calendars. Lots of calendars. All the calendars, some of them from 2009. (For wallpapers, you see). I've figured out how to do my wordcount, what wordcount I want to do, and what days I'm going to assume I won't get any writing done. I downloaded a new wordcount spreadsheet, took it apart into its component parts, and reintegrated parts into my own.

All of this is very fun, and most of it - the part that isn't the wallpapers, at least - is rather useful. I have a plan for my numbers. But now what?

And that's the question, isn't it? What do you do before November, to make NaNoWriMo flow smoother?

Among my list of things (other than "play on the forums and put all sorts of lovely calendars in rotation for my wallpaper") I can/will/should do to prepare:
Read more... )
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The Dungeon & Cave Prompt Call is at $94!

That's just $6 from the next incentive level and $26 from the rug! So if you've been sitting on an "oh I'd love a little more of that story," now's the time. $6 will get you 600 more words. $26 will get you a whopping 2,600 more words.

At $25, T. & I get take-out. Thai, I think, though it may be Indian. Reached!

at $40, I will commission a piece of character art from a crowdfunded artist Reached!

At $50, I will write an extra fic for everyone. One prompter chosen at random will get an extra 500-word story. Reached!

At $75, three prompters chosen at random will get an extra 500-word story written to their prompt Reached!

At $100, three more prompters chosen at random will get an extra 500-word story.

At $120, I get a rug for my cave!

As an extra incentive - if we get to $120 I will then, in December (Nano is coming), write an ADDITIONAL 2600-word story continuation, chosen by reader poll.

Looking for stories to see if you want something continued? Use the Giraffcall tag!

(The cuffs are the tip jar)
aldersprig: (KinkBingo2)
Valeta's nails were sharp on Ivor's shoulders, and her breath was warm in his ear. "You want to be a good boy for me, don't you?"

Ivor swallowed a protest. Good boy sounded so kidlike, so condescending.

He didn't have to say anything. She chuckled anyway, her laugh stinging in his ear. "The options-" She pricked the side of his neck with those sharp, sharp nails - "are to be a good boy or a bad boy. You may answer me."

Ivor's mouth was dry. He licked his lips. "I don't want - don't want you to think I'm a bad boy."

"It's a start." Her nails raked down his back, leaving sharp stinging behind. Ivor gasped, which only served to make Valeta laugh. "You'll learn," she assured him. "You'll learn why you want to be my good boy."

He'd signed the contract. Ivor straightened his back and nodded, short and sweet. He'd wanted to learn.

Written to Sky's commissioned continuation of An Unusual Arrangement.

If you'd like to see more of this story, there is definitely more to be written! Just drop a tip in the the tip handcuffs:

Next: Getting Into the Arrangement


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