aldersprig: a close up of an alder leaf (Leaf)

"Because everything is better with the end of the world."


Welcome! Below you can find hundreds - thousands, really - of posts, many of them fiction.

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We had a storm this weekend!



I think it’s possible that, even if you didn’t live in the region hit by Harper, you’ve heard of the storm that hit this weekend.



It was one of those “the snow just keeps coming” sorts, and then, when the snow had settled down, then came the wind.  Huge gusts.



We were lucky: we didn’t lose power, we didn’t need to leave the house.  We were warm and cozy, or at least tolerably warm (Depending on which end of the house we were at).





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Makenzie's school letter had arrived via courier with two options: Addergoole West and Addergoole East. Her mother had glanced at the letter before handing it to Makenzie.



"Here. Decide."



She'd been back inside whatever she was building before Makenzie could answer, so Mack had taken the letter off into a corner and read it until she thought she understood. Then she'd taken the letter to Dad, who paid more attention anyway.



"I think I want to go to Addergoole East."





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None of them were quick enough for the way the abandoned Liv moved.  She dove at Abby, a glint of metal in her right hand and murder shining out of her eyes, tackling Abby to the ground.  Abby grabbed her arm just in time, holding the metal thing - a box cutter, what a shitty way to die - away from her chest by only an inch.

She got a foot into the mix and pressed it against Liv's stomach, remembering, entirely ridiculously, this time when she and Liv, both much younger, had gotten into a wrestling match over a Barbie doll.  The doll had lost its head and an arm by the time they calmed down - that was the sort of fight that the two of them'd had, back when they were younger and they could solve things by throwing things and breaking dolls.  

It was suddenly too much.  Her grip on Liv's arm went limp, and it was only the other two Livs that saved her from a really unpleasant end. She pushed away and curled up on herself, laughing or crying or possibly, probably, both.

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The Mall

Jan. 20th, 2019 11:57 pm
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The thing is, our town isn't that big. It's a city, technically, yeah, but the next city away is an hour in any direction, and most of those aren't very big either. So the mall is the only real shopping around except Wal-Mart and Main Street, which is to say, the only real shopping at

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Obsolete

Jan. 20th, 2019 07:01 pm
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When you listened to the old-timers talk, the problems were mostly space.

When you actually listened to them, the problem was space in specific areas, or space that someone wanted, or something like that.

But there was a “crowding issue”.  There were issues with too many people in NYC.  There were issues with lots and lots of people in places on the other side of the globe.  There were problems with obsolete technology.  As far as Rhini could tell, there had been a whole bunch of problems like that, or things people had thought were problems, and some really rich people had thought those problems were going to take over the world.

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aldersprig: a derelict house (Haunted House)
First: A story featuring a male keeper and a female Kept.
Previous:  Friends

🌳

The towel dropped down and the house shook for a second.  Mélanie jumped; Jasper reached over and put a hand on her arm.

“That’s a laugh.  It’s okay, it just means your joke worked. I mean, I hope it was a joke.  And… you’re right and wrong.”

“Sir?” Mélanie found that that worried her more than the house shaking.

“It’s to your credit, not mine, that you get along with the house.  I’m just really glad that I found you. We’ve had a few, ah. There’s been a few false hopes and a few that were obvious bad fits from the first day, but you — I think you will be happy here with us.”

Happy here with us.  Not well-behaved or even well-suited.  Mélanie found she wanted to smile, so she did, slowly but genuinely.

“I think I probably will be too, sir.  Jasper. And House… Does House have a name?”

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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
First: Running in the Bear EmpirePrevious: Job Description



🐻



Deline looked Carrone up and down, in part because she needed to buy herself a moment to think.



“You’re attractive.”



That hadn’t really been what she’d meant to say.



“You’re strong, clever, and good-looking.”





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aldersprig: (Oligarchy)
Looking for more of my fiction? It’s splattered all over the web like I threw it up in the air just to watch it fall down! (What a good strategy, Lyn…)



On Ko-Fi, free for anyone to read:Too Old for This Cow Shit - Asta was too old for this shit.

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aldersprig: (AldersGrove)
I've been watching Lucifer on Netflix, and it occurred to me that he fits pretty well into Fae Apoc, powers and all, and ah, here's an AU of his early days "on Earth," that is, free of his previous employment...

The blonde women is Mike VanderLinden.

😈

“Hello,  Luci. I heard you got out.”

Lucifer didn't know the gorgeous blond woman approaching him, but that she was gorgeous, called him Lucy, and you keep gotten out told him that he didn't want to know her either.

“I did.” He was to have to work on sounding more certain when he said that.

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aldersprig: (tea3)
(A Blog Post)



I am wrapping up my fifth bullet journal — all but the first holding 6 months each; for the first I used the back of an old notebook I’d had lying around (everyone has those, right?) as a test.



I love it.  



I mean, considering I've kept something up for over two years

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aldersprig: (lock and key)
🔑

Senga was sitting between her friends, eating the same pizza they ater every week, soaking up the warmth of people who understood her - at least, who understood everything she had been that didn’t involve this house and -

and

“Chitter?”

“Yeah, Sang?”

“… Did Erramun go to talk to the cook in a towel?”

“Yes, yes he did.”

“Well.  Do you think I should rescue him?”

“Senga, he’s an assassin, he’s older than you, and he’s a tough man.  I’m sure he can take care of-”

“This is the Monmartin family staff, though,” Ezer cut in.

“-you should go rescue him.”

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Safe

Jan. 15th, 2019 05:16 pm
aldersprig: (Theocracy)
This did not turn out quite like I intended.  Like, within a mile of it. 

Post-apoc fae apoc, Cya (the woman), and an unknown viewpoint male fae.

🚐

He was not, not exactly, stalking her.

For one, he already knew where she lived.

Everyone in this area of the world knew where she lived.

They might not have put one and one together and realized that she was who lived there, but she did not always bother with a disguise, and that particularly red hair was like a flag.

Like a beacon. 

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aldersprig: (Oligarchy)
"You know," the voice came from under the blankets where Liv - where Abby's Liv - had been sleeping.  "I could say 'you can't be that bitchy, you're me.  But you're all about how we're all different, isn't that what you were saying?  So hey, you're different, you're smart, go you. Problem is, this Liv isn't stupid either.  So what's the problem?"

"Oh, come on, are you all that ridiculously brainwashed or what?"

"Being rude isn't going to make things any better," Liv-Skinny pointed out.  "And it's really not going to help get Abby to do anything for you. Have you ever found that being rude to Abby - yours, mine, any of them - does any good?"

"There's two problems."  Abby'd had time to think while the Livs argued.  She cleared her throat now, because she wasn't sure that this had anything to do with her.  "There's the problem that Liv here, uhm, Liv-Bitchy, wants a way out of this mall. I don't know where she wants to end up, but she wants out of here and she was willing to sacrifice both of the other two of you to do it.

"The other problem is - well, something she said.  That her Abby was willing to kill other Abbies to get what she wanted. The One True Abby.  Liv, is your Abby the one that's been killing Abbies? Is it - is it not the mall? Is it one of me?"

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Treaty

Jan. 14th, 2019 01:46 pm
aldersprig: (AldersGrove)
A prequel of sorts to Lost Day and A Toque for Hill Primus.





“It’s only for a-”

“Ambassador, between us, let’s not mince words.  There’s never an only for a while when it comes to government.  Something exists, and then it continues on. So let’s talk about what we get out of it and what we have to put in.”

“We had to agree to a single arcology to get every other nation putting in to agree to one.   Which is important, because some of those other nations really need the population space. It quadruples the amount of room that a lot of their population will have to live in.  So we’re going to put one - well, we had four buildings in construction already in Virginia, so we’re working with an architectural team to turn those into one big building that can house at least five thousand people.  And every other nation on the committee is doing the same. They’ll be monitored and maintained by the Starlight Hospitality corporation; they’re the ones we have doing a lot of the work on the national parks like the Grand Canyon right now.”

“How are you going to get people to move into a giant skyscraper?”

“For one, it’s not, it’s more like an enclosed town that just happens to be several dozen stories tall.   There’s - there will be, and soon - plenty of accessibility, solutions for power outages, and then, on the other end, nice spaces, good views, plenty of natural plant and animal life, and good shopping and entertainment.  It’ll be like a really nice city, just with no cars and no attached traffic and such. For another thing, we’re going to bribe the first three thousand people. Free rent-”

“You’ll end up with homeless people.”

“Then they won’t be homeless anymore, will they?”  The Ambassador smiled benignly.

“And who is paying for all of this?”

“The Starlight Hospitality corporation is paying for seventy-five percent out the door.  We’re selling rental space for restaurants, stores, and the like to cover the rest, and the rent for anyone over 3000 will cover any unexpected expenses.  Digital commuting allows people to talk to anyone they want without leaving the warmth and safety of their arcology.”

“And what does the Starlight Hospitality Corp get out of this?  Other than the exclusive contract to run these things which, I imagine, will turn them a pretty penny.”

“Well, that.”  The Ambassador cleared his throat. “And there is all of that test market research on an effectively captive audience.  And data on people’s traffic patterns and such. I hear they plan to build another fifty of these things in the upcoming twenty years.  Ours are just their, mmm, their test market.”

“So… they build these things, a treaty forces us to fill them up, and then they get all the money?”  

For the first time, the Ambassador looked nervous.  

“…Yes.  Yes, that is the situation.”

“And we’re stuck with it.”

“Yes.  Yes we are.”

“Then I’m sure—”

Something about the voice made the Ambassador nervous.

“-you’ll be glad to take one of the first apartments there.  

“I will?”

“You will.”

“I… will.”

“For free, of course, since you’ll be one of the first 3000.”

“That’s too generous, really, I can’t—”

“Not at all.  I’m sure your wife and kids will love it.  And you’ll be very comfortable there, right?  You won't notice being data mined at all! Now come on, I won’t hear no as an answer. It’s a very nice place, I’m told, yes?  And we do want to set a good example, after all.”



 

My Arcologies prompt call is still open here. 




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aldersprig: (HalloweenAldersprig)
First: A story featuring a male keeper and a female Kept.
Previous:  Thank You

🌳

Mélanie woke next to Jasper and found herself smiling before she had even come fully awake.  He was warm next to her, his arm thrown over her to hold her close in a gesture that seemed less possessive and mo

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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Default)
First: Running in the Bear Empire
Previous: Third

🐻

Deline found that she was staring at Carrone; rather, she realized that she was staring at him when he shifted uncomfortably.

"So," she spoke carefully.  "You want a life, a life that isn't being a bounty hunter any more.  You want someone to go home to at night, or someones, a marriage or a joining.  You want people you can look at as partners, as equals; you don't mind being the junior in a marriage, though, as long as you have a place. But you were planning on settling down and then you went after the wrong rabbit.  Am I close?"

"That's - that's it, yeah."  He huffed and lay down on the floor, staring through the glass at the fire.  "That's it. So you see why you - you being the wife of the Emperor, that means that you're in line for the throne when he dies, doesn't it?"

"Don't  - you probably shouldn't make it sound like it's an imminent thing," she protested.

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aldersprig: an ancient-looking world map (map)
“Class, can you tell me what this is representing?”

The VR diorama  showed two women in early Space era outfits, the one in a tidy romper with a skirt-wrap of a style that was classic enough that it kept cycling around every generation or so, the other in a sloppy scientist’s jumpsuit.  The classily-dressed woman had her back turned on a distraught scientist who was shaking a stapler.

“Oh!  That’s the Stapler Revolution!”  One of the know-it-all students bounced a little. “That’s when — when they changed all the laws about staplers? No, that’s not right.  It’s…”

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aldersprig: (AldersGrove)
Amalie had been studying science since she was old enough to scroll through a book reader.  She had spent ten years studying astronomy before moving on to geology and then, in a move that surprised everyone, concentrated on botany for her secondary work.

Her younger brother had focused on astrology and astrogation the entire time, and could tell you from a two-second look at any star chart where they were and which way they were headed.  He wanted to be part of the Navigation Team. He wanted to be part of the Rulers who got to go up onto the Bridge.

Amalie just wanted to know everything.  She wanted, as she explained to her perplexed parents, to eat something more interesting, too, and to make something with a better protein balance that didn't taste like the same old thing.  And if high-end botany was going to get that, that's what she was going to study.

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Content warning: I get a little dark and think about mortality and chronic illness partway through here.  



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aldersprig: (AldersGrove)
Abby stared at Liv.  She could hear the other two stirring.  She flinched, despite herself; she couldn’t play nasty with one Liv and expect the other two not to take it personally - since it was personal, wasn’t it?

“I haven’t even met another Abby.”  That was probably the wrong thing to say.  “I’ve seen one dead-”

That was definitely the wrong thing to say. “Well, of course you have! Since you want them all dead - tell me, do you even know why?  So you can be the One True Abby? It never made any sense to me. But I did figure out that I didn’t mean anything to you. Nothing.” She sneered.  Even though this was a strange Liv, Abby could tell that she was hurting. “I figured that much out before you ditched me here.”

“She’s not your Abby.”  The voice came from somewhere behind this angry Liv.  “You have to remember that. She’s not my Abby, either.  So she’s not dead, and she didn’t ditch you anywhere. Yet,” she added tiredly.  “She does have this habit of going into situations that can get her killed - but we’re in the Mall. Anything can get her killed.”

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The poll is closed, and below are the results!  I’m a little surprised to see Bear Empire won, but this will be interesting!


Bear Empire is the home of Deline and Carrone.  It is also, many centuries later, the home of my cyberpunk-esque-fantasy romance story Found Down Below.  I’ve been working on a conlang for it as well.


Below are all the results.  Thank you very much to everyone who voted!







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aldersprig: (Theocracy)


I've been listening to Issaac Arthur's Science Fiction series on Youtube - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAJeYe-abUA&list=PLIIOUpOge0Ls94qU9ZgTy3A-PbmRKKbV4&index=2 - and now I would like Writing Prompts on the theme of

archologies and eucumenopolises, megaworlds and city-planets
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Default)
I know the current set-up doesn't allow for seeing results so here's our current results of the Patreon Theme Poll for January.



If you haven't yet voted, vote here now!

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Using Magic

Jan. 3rd, 2019 07:24 pm
aldersprig: (HalloweenAldersprig)
Okay, so I watched The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, and I was thinking about teenaged fae in Fae Apoc - non-Addergoole ones - and how they might deal with having magic and here, have a story.

🌪️

“Can I use magic now?”

“Are you freaking kidding me?”

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aldersprig: (lock and key)
🔑

“Will it help?”  That was sigh-worthy, so she did sigh.  “I don’t know, not about the long run,” Senga admitted.  “In the short run, what it’s done is, uh. You saw.”

“Mistress everything,” Chitter agreed. “He’s like — he’s like some sort of puppet or something.  Like he’s pulling his ow

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I'm back to work, back awake, and looking at my numbers for 2018.

I put a copy of my summary sheet up on google docs if anyone is interested - https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/12kvifQVjOFEQiny_CQux_F3Cx1d9bTxCjBz4EWTILcY/edit?usp=sharing 

In short, I divide my projects up into "For M

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Present

Jan. 1st, 2019 01:18 am
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a story for my New Year’s Prompt Call

Warning... a wee bit maudlin. 




The snow had finally melted.  It had been a long winter - slow-starting but then dumping buckets of snow on us all of February and March and most of April.

It was May 5th, and I could finally see all of the grass, or at least the parts that had survived.  I could see, too, my poor bushes, which had not done well but which were, now, trying to put out the buds they normally would have put out in early March. 

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Flowers

Dec. 31st, 2018 09:35 pm
aldersprig: (Oligarchy)
a story for my New Year’s Prompt Call


It was January Third.

I remember because nobody was hungover but work wasn't really getting back to normal yet - not the second but not the fifth, that sort of thing?

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Suffering

Dec. 31st, 2018 06:46 pm
aldersprig: (AldersGrove)
a story for my New Year's Prompt Call


She had learned tricks in her time, and one of them was the fuel that kept her going.

She wasn't supposed to keep going, that was part of the problem.  She was a construct, and she had been built for one particularly strange revenge that had been intended to last a couple weeks, maybe a couple months. She had been designed to build this one person up and then watch them crumble down, and she had done very well at her job. 

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aldersprig: an ancient-looking world map (map)
Abby stared at Liv.  She let her eyes rake over the girl, trying to figure out if this was her friend or was the stranger she’d picked up along the way.  She couldn’t tell. The faces were the same. The eyes were the same.

“Alone?” she managed.

“Oh, come on, we’ve always been loners, all of us.  It’s not like we really like hanging out with people for any length of time.  You’re the same way. It’s just that this place forces a sort of closeness that makes us all uncomfortable.  So why not let her stay here in this beaver den? Let her relax until someone else comes along. It’ll be good for her.”

Abby’s eyes were on the lump in the blankets that was Liv.  The other Liv Something about the way Liv was talking was catching her attention.  She stared at the girl.

“I don’t know how they do things in your world,” she managed through a voice that wanted to rise up into a shout, “but we don’t *do* that where I come from.  Not to anyone.”

She stretched languidly and raised her eyebrows. “We’re all the same. All of us.  Livs, Abbies, Vics. Come on, you have to realized that by now.”

There were *two* long lumps under the blankets.  “Where…” Abby asked slowly, “did you come from?”

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I've done this before; I'm doing it a bit different this time.

I went to a random word generator

I got
long-term
suffer

push

parcel

bushes

Leave me a prompt using at least one of those words or riffing off of at least one.  Any world, any people, any concept.

In a couple

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aldersprig: (lock and key)
🔑

A short nap and a long shower in - in her  new shower - found Senga unwilling to stop cuddling Erramun.  

Which was, she supposed, kind of ridiculous.  She had things to do. She had places to be.

She had a man who was amazing in bed, who could handle what she did, who had a mind.

Maybe that’s why Great-Aunt Mirabella had done this.

And maybe pigs flew.

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Good morning!
I am going to attempt to write 10,000 words today, and you are welcome to watch!

Check it out here https://docs.google.com/document/d/1rE9G3Pm5Jr12qfsEZ0b90NUlZUO-4BQ3tjmLYNQ2pm8/edit?usp=sharing

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aldersprig: an ancient-looking world map (map)
Abby woke the next morning feeling very well-rested and a little confused.  For a moment, looking up at the ceiling of brambles very close to her, she couldn't remember where she was or how she'd ended up here.  Her bed was cozy and warm, and there was Liv next to her - and Liv, which was a little strange, but-

Everything came rushing back as she sat up.  She huffed tiredly - her body might not be tired, but her mind was.  They were - they were in a rabbit warren of some sort, that was right.  And they'd settled down for the night. She looked at the Livs. They were sleeping very nicely, cuddled up next to each other. She wanted to let them sleep.

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aldersprig: (Theocracy)
Time for verbs!

Or just a single verb…

We’re going to start with the concept of to count, to sum up.

This is a very old word, first recorded as someone counting their sheep.

fuap is the root word.

fuaplu began as “one who counts.”  Now it means, well, “computer.”  That is, a machine...

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aldersprig: (Oligarchy)
This is a story of Changeling: the Dreaming, although there is very little of that setting that you need to know to read this. 

In short, at least in older versions of the setting, when changelings reach a certain point - age often helps - of banality in their lives, they fall into a stage where they forget their fae souls.  But their human bodies live on...



The temperatures were over 100F.  There was a drought on that had been going for more than a month.  The city had been in and out of water restrictions since late May, and the sun was searing down as if it was trying to bake everyone who dared to go outside.

And on a street in a neighborhood where the police always went in twos and preferably in threes, a hydrant was spraying water all over the sidewalk and the road.

Seven children from toddler age to teens were dancing in the water.  Normally, the police would chase them off, close the hydrant, and maybe make stern noises at the oldest of them.  But this time, they were dancing with two grey-haired people who were definitely old enough to arrest.

Hell, their retirements might be old enough to arrest. 

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Hello all!

On December 26th, from approx. 8 or 9 a.m. 'till the same in the p.m. (Eastern time)*, I am going to open up a google doc (or something similar) and start writing.

I'm going to be aiming for 10,000 words.

I will be working primarily on one of my two current novel projects,

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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
Today we are talking about vermin!

First, we are going to use the word that means vermin in Old Bear.

It comes from the older word chiav, which means worm.

 

....Whoops, I need a consistent set of noun endings for this. 

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