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 April Theme Poll - pick the poll for this month!

Blogging (Etc) from A-Z - topics from K on (Excluding P) still open!

World/Character-Building Fun Prompt Call - Dragons Next Door, Addergoole/Doomsday, Reiassan/Edally

Five Things... - If I were to do a series of Five Things... blog posts
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I had so much fun writing the four world/character/storybuilding stories yesterday that I want to do more! :-)

But I'm still really busy with Sekret Projeckt. :-(

So! No promises I'll get to any of these, much less all of them, but here goes:

For Addergoole/Doomsday/FaeApoc, Dragons Next Door, or Reiassan/Edally, ask me any world/character building question that can be answered in fiction form.

For example: How did Akatil end up at Addergoole (I've already answered that one, short form), Where did Aud go to school? (another one already answered ;-)... I think you get the idea.
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Yesterday was Bisexual Visibility day! (hi, I'm bi)

In honor of that, for the rest of this week, if you leave a prompt on any one of my three open calls (help I'm a bit overboard) that relates to bisexuality/pansexuality or to a bi character of mine, I will give it Top Priority and try to post it before Monday (results may vary; there's a wedding I'm in on Sunday).

The Calls:
Demifiction for the Circled Plain
Gender-Funkieness
Ladies' Bingo

Bisexual/Pansexual* Characters include... um.

Not all of them, but there's a tolerably good chance.
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* I am so not getting into the distinction between pan and bi. That can happen in someone else's journal.
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Thimbleful Thursday will post a writing prompt (usually an idiom) each Thursday, along with a wordcount goal between 100 & 500 words.

The goal is to write a fic within the next week featuring the prompt in some way - inspired by, taking the idiom literally, twisting it on its head, your choice - and staying within 10% of the wordcount goal (for example, between 180 & 220 for the 200-word weeks, between 450 & 550 for the 500-word weeks, and so on).

I'm pretty excited about it, but, then again, it's my site. ;-)

Check it out!
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And I will write at least 10 words of it.

(I'm suffering mid-nano burnout).

Bonus points (at least 20 words!) if it's Tir na Cali related, since that's this month's theme.

No promises re. cliffhangers.
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I want to write a story for submission based on the theme of identity (I'm working my way through the themes in this textbook, and I'm having trouble coming u with ideas.

Like, staring-at-the-chalkboard nothing's-coming sort of having trouble.

So, this one-shot call is more like Ysabet's fishbowls: if I write something based off your prompt, I will send it to you privately before I submit it. I will post one not-going-to-submit idea for free, and then if I've managed to get more than two flash fictions out of it, I'll offer up story-sponsorship options.

But the main point here is to get me something to submit. So: ideas on identity?
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As the topic says ;-) I make no promises on what I will write, except that I'll probably write at least 50 words to at least one prompt.

If the prompt happens in a timeline that will end up in the Addergoole books (i.e., right now year 5, then maybe 50yearslater), the story may end up in one of those books.
aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
For a 100-word-or-so fic.

Must be for an extant verse of mine.

Theme:

-genesis


Filled!
aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
For a 100-word-or-so fic. Wide open, except it must be in an extant verse of mine.

Anything. I just need to refresh my brain.


Filled!
aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
So, it went like this:

I'm doing NanoWrimo (I think you've noticed ;-)

While I live in the Ithaca region, the ML (Municipal Liaison, like a regional coordinator & cheerleader) of NY: Elsewhere (i.e., everywhere not covered by a region or without an ML of their own) lives in my attic (long story.)

We do Live-Action Roleplaying twice a month in Elmira (about 30 miles away).

So when I saw that Elmira's region was without an ML, I said to said atticker, "Hey, we should go to write-ins in Elmira before game."

Great idea, right, combine two hobbies?

Cue last night, where we got up, had waffles, made pie for game, wrote some words, did some other stuff, packed the car, and went off to the write-in.

Leaving - as I would discover only hours later - my costume for the Live-action game at home.
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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Sandcat)
It wasn't so much that there were a lot of pillows in the room; the room was pillows. Caron stared at it for a moment. He'd never seen so many pillows. He'd never seen such a plush room, such a...

"It's fluffy."

"Well, yeah." Areta peeked at him through long eyelashes. "I'm not sure what you'd have expected from me that wasn't."

"Something elegant, I suppose." The words tripped off his tongue before he could stop them. "I mean...."

"I'm not going to object to you calling me elegant." She offered him her hand, fingers tipped downward. Caron took the reprieve and stepped into her... nest.

And was immediately pulled on to the floor with a yank he hadn't expected out of elegant, delicate Areta.

He fell hard, but the floor caught him easily, enveloping him like a hug. She was grinning when he came up, already moving to straddle him.

"See? That's why it's fluffy."

He stroked her hip through her robe. "I see." Or he might soon see, at least.
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For [personal profile] alexseanchai's prompts to my real-world call:
Farmer's market.
New job.
Bookstore trawling.

"I'm not sure if this counts as a job."

Jessica's mother was frowning. She was often frowning, but now she had her forehead pinched, her lips pinched, her hands pinched... she was holding on to Jessica with every part of her body without actually bothering to touch her daughter.
Read more... )
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To [personal profile] lilfluff's prompt: Prepping being useful in a non-apocalyptic crisis



The radio had been hollering about snow for days, and it had gone from hollering to hysteria in the last 24 hours.

Albert and Madeline checked their water supplies, brought in a few more loads of firewood, trimmed a few branches off the trees nearest the house. They made a thick casserole for dinner and watched a couple sitcoms.

Madeline's mother called; she talked for a couple minutes and made sure everything was okay at home. Albert's sister called; they gossiped for a couple minutes. The wind was starting to pick up when he got off the phone; they checked the front and back doors and closed the blinds.

They woke to a power outage and eighteen inches of snow. Albert built up the fire in the wood stove while Madeline shoveled the way to the road. They melted buckets of snow over the wood-burning stove - and boiled water for coffee.

Casserole reheated nicely over the stove, too, and then they sat back on the couch, warm in the glow of the fire. "Finally." Madeline smiled over her coffee. "I thought the damn blizzard would never come."
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Default)
To [personal profile] clare_dragonfly's prompt: Collecting more and more cats


It started with the one cat.

Jenny was working four ten-hour days a week, which meant she wasn't really home enough for a dog. But she was in a new city, in a strange neighborhood, and when she was home, she was home for days at a time, and it was lonely.

So she got a cat, a black kitten from the shelter with a kink to one ear. She named him Sable, and he and she became close friends.

But the work hours turned into 12-hour workdays, and Sable was lonely at home. So Jenny bought Azure, another rescue from the pound, grey tabby with a missing tail-tip.
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To Wystie's prompt: ~A cult~

Nancy hadn't, really, meant to start a cult.

It had started innocently enough, after all: she'd been lonely in her new city, so she'd made a list of things she could do and liked doing. Then she'd put together four of the least weird, and put out an ad on craigslist.

They'd met in her apartment, at first. It wasn't the best idea, but the thin walls in her complex and her nosy neighbors, usually flaws, meant that any screams would be quickly noticed.

Three people showed up to the first meeting, seven to the second. By the third meeting, she'd rented them a room in a local church for their meetings; by the seventh meeting, she had to move them to an old storefront a couple blocks away.
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Okay, I'm going to give this a try.

Someone (*cough* T) suggested I try writing stuff set in the real world.

I'm pretty unsure about this - I like being a genre author! - but I'm willing to give it a try.

Give me a couple real-world prompts and I'll see what I can do.
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  • [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith's Poetry Fishbowl is open! The theme is horror: Demons.
  • [personal profile] rix_scaedu's Call for Prompts is still open here! No theme; leave a prompt, get a microfic.
  • Next Saturday the 13th of October, I shall open an Electric-Giraffe Call! The theme will be "The Norm"
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Stolen from [personal profile] d_generate_girl:

Give me Prompts!

I will write at least a drabble for any fandom/pairing/scenario you want(*). Crossovers welcome, porn welcome, non-porn also welcome, any and all sources you know we share. My verses, fan verses, your verses if I know them and you want me to play. This is a non-canon fun fest here, folks.

(*) as always, we know I get bored after a while and stop writing. But I'll try to get one/person at least.
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Ceinwen)
Three Way came out of Giraffe Call and was sponsored for continuation by [livejournal.com profile] rix_scadeau. Originally posted here and on LJ, continued here (LJ) and then here (LJ

Ahouva clung to Basalt’s arm, not sure what he was doing or why he was doing it. Give Lolly back to Jeremiah? Was he going to give her back, too? She looked over at Kendon, still sprawled on the floor. He’d been really good to her, gentle and patient. It hadn’t been his fault that she was clumsy and stupid, that she made him…

No, that wasn’t right. That’s what he had said, over and over again. “I’m good to you, and you keep fucking up. I’m so patient with you, sweetie, but even I have my limits. I don’t like punishing you, but you leave me no choice.”
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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Ceinwen)
This story came out of the late August Giraffe Call and was sponsored for continuation by [livejournal.com profile] rix_scaedu. Originally posted here and on LJ.

“This is ridiculous.” Ahouva, pressed between Jovanna and Aeowyn on the lounge couch, shook her head again, staring at the upperclassmen. They had pushed all the furniture to the walls, clearing a wide space in the center of the room, and now Kendon and Jeremiah were talking, quietly and intently, in the middle of the space. To one side, Jeremiah’s creepy little girlfriend, Lolly, bounced up and down like a kid

“It seems kind of romantic to me,” Jovanna sighed.

“It has that façade, doesn’t it?” Aeowyn shook her head. “You’re right, Who, it’s creepy.”

“Kendon and I are fine,” Ahouva continued, too aggrieved to be sidetracked. “There’s nothing wrong with us, and this creep with his creepy girlfriend has to go and get medieval like I’m some sort of possession..”
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I have one more piece to continue for [personal profile] lilfluff and one to expand upon for [livejournal.com profile] the_vulture, but I have enough to write a summary for last week's call for prompts (and on LJ).

This was a relatively small-response Giraffe Call, but there were both new donors and new prompters. I am $35 closer to my giraffe carpet - thank you very much!

Wednesday-Thursday-Friday:
Too Hot to Handle, a continuation of Too Hot for Prime Time (LJ)
Pissing Into the Wind, a continuation of Pissing Away Time (LJ)
Staying in the City, a continuation of Fleeing the City (LJ)

Tuesday:
Little Lost Kitty-Girl, Tir na Cali
Not Even a Bullet
Deeper in, a continuation of Down, Down, Down.
No More Waiting, a continuation of Waiting

Read more... )

I've started working on the continuation of Spring Break, too, from the Abduction Prompt-Call
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My call for prompts is up (and on LJ), and I've gotten a fair bit of writing done.

I'm now waiting for the people who donated to finalize their continuation choices. If you'd like to donate, you can have any prompted story continued at a discounted rate of $1/100 words.

Today:
Little Lost Kitty-Girl, Tir na Cali
Not Even a Bullet
Deeper in, a continuation of Down, Down, Down.
No More Waiting, a continuation of Waiting
Read more... )

I've started working on the continuation of Spring Break, too, from the Abduction Prompt-Call
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This weekend, T. spent large chunks of time ripping large chunks of overgrown undergrowth out - what had thought was razor-wire-like-vines over a bush turned out to be razor-wire-like-vines over more of the same, for instance, and there are grape vines growing over everything; there are entire TREES that have been choked out by grape vines in our hedgerow. (I hear grape burns nicely).

Plus side: we know the soil's good for grapes, which are on our list of to-cultivate plants (just not, ah, trellised up the 40' pine?).

Today, T. and I were dragging piles of chopped vines into the hedgerow (mulch!); I asked:

"Is that an apple behind you?"
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aldersprig: (Jaunx)
My call for prompts is up (and on LJ), and I've gotten a fair bit of writing done.

Today:
Found, after Dusting Lost Thoughts, after Lost & Found
Love and Lovers
Down, Down, Down
The Lost Road
Swimming Alone
Left Behind
Too Hot for Prime Time, Tir na Cali

Yesterday:
Isi, Waiting, Addergoole yr 22-23
Fleeing the City
Lost and Found
Pissing Away Time, Addergoole yr 9
Dusting Lost Thoughts, directly after Lost and Found
and
Preconceptions, in the same setting as Down the River, from my gender-funky call for prompts.

If you've left a prompt I haven't gotten to, I assure you I'll be writing lots more tomorrow!

We have $30 in tips - we've reached the first donation incentive!

I'll see you in the morning.
aldersprig: (Jaunx)
My call for prompts is up (and on LJ) and active for another 12 hours and, in that time, I've gotten some fun-but-strange writing done:

Isi, Waiting, Addergoole yr 22-23
Fleeing the City
Lost and Found
Pissing Away Time, Addergoole yr 9
Dusting Lost Thoughts, directly after Lost and Found

and
Preconceptions, in the same setting as Down the River, from my gender-funky call for prompts.


There's still plenty of time to leave your own prompt, and if you've left a prompt I haven't gotten to, I assure you I'll be writing lots more tomorrow!

We have $14 in tips - $16 to go to the first donation incentive!

I'll see you in the morning.

Logistics!

Sep. 17th, 2011 07:55 pm
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (LynLyn2)
I'm home from a day of housework and will start writing in a moment. While I boggle at prompts...

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The call for prompts is now open! For the next 24 hours, I will taking your prompts on the theme of Lost, abandoned, and left behind.

I will write (over the next week) at least one microfic (150-300 words) to each prompter. If you donate, I will write to all of your prompts, and write at last 300 additional words for each $5 you donate, to the prompt of your choice.

If I reach $30 in donations, I will post an additional 2000-word fic on the subject of the audience's choice. This level has been reached!

If I reach $60, I will write at least 2 microfics for everyone, whether or not they donated.

If I reach $90, I will write to every prompt I get in the next 24 hours - if something truly bugs me, I'll ask you to re-prompt. At this point, please allow up to 2 weeks for the writing to be completed.

If I reach $120, I will record a podcast of an audience-choice story and post it for everyone to read. Also, everyone who tipped will get double wordcount.

If I reach $150, I will release an e-book of all of the fiction written to this call and the last one. At this point, please allow up to 4 weeks for the writing to be completed.

I'm still saving up for the giraffe carpet, which will be installed the first week of October!










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I swear I posted the second half of this...

This is from @[personal profile] inventrix's prompt "finding out you have the wrong key," and [personal profile] lilfluff's commissioned request for a continuation
.

It had been a very clever idea.

Davyn stared at the cage door. It had been a decently clever idea, he supposed. His parents took the damn dog along everywhere, and left him at home with the nanny. Nevermind that sixteen was too old to need a nanny. Never mind that, unlike the dog, he'd never peed on the furniture or broken a priceless vase (just the one. The dog had broken three).

It had seemed like a clever idea. They threw a blanket over the dog kennel anyway, because the stupid thing was high-strung. This way, he could ride along, wherever it was they were going, and then show up at the end and get to have all the fun. It had seemed like a brilliant idea.
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A week ago, I put out a call for prompts about abduction.

I got a number of prompts, and have written all through the week.
links behind cut )

I believe I will stick to a schedule after this: I'll put out a call the second Saturday after the first Tuesday of every month.

I have two more stories left to write to donations-for-continuations.

Because the money in the jar exceeded $30, I will be posting a poll for which story I should continue into a 1-2K-word story.

Cheers!
aldersprig: a woman's face and neck, a chain wrapped round her neck (kinkbingo)
To [livejournal.com profile] rix_scadeau''s commissioned prompt in my Call for Prompts: "an Addergoole student being rescued or assisted in rescuing someone by a teacher or another student whom they fear with good reason."

Year 9, after "It's Going Down."

“This is ridiculous.” Ahouva, pressed between Jovanna and Aeowyn on the lounge couch, shook her head again, staring at the upperclassmen. They had pushed all the furniture to the walls, clearing a wide space in the center of the room, and now Kendon and Jeremiah were talking, quietly and intently, in the middle of the space. To one side, Jeremiah’s creepy little girlfriend, Lolly, bounced up and down like a kid

“It seems kind of romantic to me,” Jovanna sighed.

“It has that façade, doesn’t it?” Aeowyn shook her head. “You’re right, Who, it’s creepy.”

“Kendon and I are fine,” Ahouva continued, too aggrieved to be sidetracked. “There’s nothing wrong with us, and this creep with his creepy girlfriend has to go and get medieval like I’m some sort of possession..”
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For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "19) write a story in which something goes BOOM."

Also for the Abduction Prompts: here

Cya/Cynara is a RP character from the Addergoole roleplay. Her Wiki page is here This takes place sometime post-year-9 but before-the-apoc.


June again. Cynara packed the boys off to school, called the younger’s father to remind him to pick them up afterward, then spent a good couple hours helping Hroderich move into his own apartment. He was a good kid, got along well with her sons, but, well, like his brothers, wasn’t really into girls.

Once she had him tucked in, with one last you-were-a-good-Kept hug and a now-be-a-good-man punch in the arm, she double-checked her packing and started driving.

It was a ten-hour-drive from Hroderich’s new place to the Village outside of Addergoole. Cya found it meditative, a way of spring-cleaning her brain of the cobwebs and trailed her most recent Kept had left, of sweeping out the dust of former loves and lovers. She slept at a motel halfway there – the old lady winked at her. Didn’t know what she was up to, but after four years of this trip, recognized her. Cya smiled back at her, left her the tray of cookies, and slept.
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For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "18) prompt: a step too far."

In the same world/ship as Evolution and All Green Dots. Short version: Alae is the ceremonial Queen on a generation ship; Eka is her partner.


“Trepp, Alae, it smells like stale piss.” They had both been on edge lately, vibrating with the tension of the ship, with the political maneuverings that threatened both of them, feeling crammed in even Alae’s larger cubic and not spending any hour aside from work apart. The perfume had been the cracked cog that had thrown them out of working order. “Do you own a scent that can’t be smelled in the next star system?”

It was a step too far, enough to send Alae storming out into the corridors, alone and without a weapon, stomping through the ship like a force of nature, ready to rip the panels off anyone who got in her way. Read more... )
aldersprig: a woman's wrists in handcuffs (cuffs)
The writing has slowed, as paperwork continues to interfere, but still I continue. Since my last report, so many hours ago, I have written:

Two people, both abducting the other,
a warrior, who grows fond of her captor, and a former Addergoole student returning to her old stomping grounds.

The money in the pot has reached $45. If it reached $60, I shall be writing for quite a bit longer.
aldersprig: a woman's face and neck, a chain wrapped round her neck (kinkbingo)
To [personal profile] lilfluff's commissioned prompt in my Call for Prompts: A story in which both parties believe they are the abductor and the other is the abducted.

Sections of 83 words, because it pleased me to do so.


“Come away with me this weekend.”

The words had sounded so innocent, and been so permanent under the surface. Spring Break. No schoolwork to worry about (other schools might try, but a state school knew better than to bother), parents who weren’t going to ask where their kids were going, in case they accidentally found out, and she’d lied to her friends about her secret plans for the weekend. By the time anyone realized they were gone, it would be way too late.

“With you? Sure.”

That made everything both harder and easier. He’d been working out a plan, but hadn’t expected the opportunity to jump into his lap like this. He didn’t have all of his details in place; he was going to have to wing some of it. He came up with a lie for his parents and another for his friends, and packed his special bag inside his normal suitcase. He really hated winging it. It left way too much up to chance.

“It’s just down this road.”

Away from everything, secluded, private. Far enough away that nobody would hear them. Far enough away that even finding them would be tricky, unless you knew what you were looking for. Her uncle had built the place. She had never asked him why; she didn’t really want to know. She’d bleached it roof to basement when she inherited, and waited for the family to forget about it, and him, and her.

They’d been more than willing to oblige.
“This place is really out there, isn’t it?”

More than out there, it was the sort of remote he hadn’t known existed this close to the city. They’d been driving for half an hour since the last gas station (she’d filled up there, much to his relief), and the houses were few and far between, nestled into hillsides. Often, all you saw was the mailbox, lone and lonely-looking. He tried to memorize everything; he didn’t want to stand out, lost, when he left.

“Now that we’re all alone…”

With her touch, the cabin had become pretty cozy. She’d pulled all the drapes and lit a fire, leaving them enveloped in wood-paneled hunting-lodge charm. Even a passing hiker wouldn’t nothing anything, which was good, on the rare occasion that things went sour. Uncle Thomas had really planned for everything.

(She’d left the flower bed alone. She didn’t want to know who was under there, any more than her parents wanted to know where she got her money).

“Quite alone.”

The place reminded him of a couple of his bolt holes. It was well-situated, well-provisioned, and cozy, with what looked from the outside like a full basement. Somebody had put some money into this place. And now, here he was, locked in it (she hadn’t noticed when he pocketed the deadbolt key) with his quarry. Cuddled on the couch like the college kid he was pretending to be.

The only trick was going to be getting out of here with her.
aldersprig: (Cali)
The hours tick by on my [call for prompts about] abduction.

I have given in to the rythym of the thing, and taken a nice break for sleep, and another for a trip out wine tasting.

I write for them as they call out suggestions. I have written about an abduction by air, a rescue into slavery, an escape aided all unwitting, and a rescue, too late, and yet still on time. And still I write.

The money in the jar has reached $43, a respectable number, enough to merit another, longer story (what will it be, oh my captors? 2000 words, on your choice of story).

And still I write. Perhaps after a nap.
aldersprig: (Cali)
This is to [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith's prompt in my call for prompts: "What happens when the abduction IS the rescue?"

Author's notes a and b:
a) This is set in the Tir na Cali (LJ Link) 'verse, where slave raiders from the West Coast country of Tir na Cali often steal American youth.

In this alternate-history world, the US is a much more rigid place in answer to what they perceive to be the godless heathen ways of their neighbor-enemy. Think stereotypical 1950's midwest morality.

b) As per the prompt, there is implied abuse in this story. The kid has not had a good life.


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My captors continue to pepper me with suggestions, although their feedback on these writings has tapered off. I do hope they like what they are getting.

Since my last report, I have been offered a bad Dr. Who special and some delicious nachos. Also, a marshmallow the size of my cat's head.

I have written about a clever idea gone wrong, an Addergoole student who didn't want to go home, a road tripgone awry, a captive who didn't give in to Stockholm, and a captive being rescued.

The money in the pot has reached $40. Perhaps I will only be writing one fic for each of my captors.
aldersprig: a woman's wrists in handcuffs (cuffs)
The hours tick by on my [call for prompts about] abduction.

My captors have promised rescue when the writing is done, but the prompts keep on coming. I am allowed frequent breaks for sleep and, in one case, a creekwalk, but every pause only lengthens my captivity.

I write for them as they call out suggestions. I have written about a captor caught in her own trap, a crack kidnapping team beating the BAU to the punch, a puppy rescued from an untenable situation, and a college boy with ropeburn. And still I write.

The money in the jar has reached $30, so I will, I'm told, write another story, once my captors have decided on what it will be (what will it be, oh my captors? 2000 words, on your choice of story).

And still I write. After these tasty nachos I have been given
aldersprig: a woman's wrists in handcuffs (cuffs)
The call for prompts is now open! For the next 24 hours, I will taking your prompts on the theme of Abduction and Rescue.

I will write (over the next week) at least one microfic (150-300 words) to each prompter. If you donate, I will write to all of your prompts, and write at last 300 additional words for each $5 you donate, to the prompt of your choice.

If I reach $30 in donations today, I will post an additional 2000-word fic on the subject of the audience's choice. This has been reached!

If I reach $60, I will write at least 2 microfics for everyone, whether or not they donated.

If I reach $90, I will write to every prompt I get in the next 24 hours - if something truly bugs me, I'll ask you to re-prompt. At this point, please allow up to 2 weeks for the writing to be completed.

If I reach $120, I will record a podcast of an audience-choice story and post it for everyone to read. Also, everyone who tipped will get double wordcount.

If I reach $150, I will release an e-book of all of the fiction written to this call and the last one. At this point, please allow up to 24 weeks for the writing to be completed.











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