Drakathon is coming soon!

This Saturday and Sunday, 2/19 & 2/20, I will be taking your prompts and writing to them!


How can I play along?

All you need to do to participate is show up and throw a prompt at me, and I'll write 50 words on that topic.

Signal boost me and you can double that (100); if someone shows up from your signal boost, you can treble it (150 words).

Want more? Want to help me pay my vet bills? For every $5 donated, you'll get 300 words on your chosen topic; you'll also be guaranteed that I will write to your prompt (prompts of more than 1000 words will be written within the 30 days following; limit $50/3000 words on any single prompt).

Sponsors will also get additional perks: you'll get to watch me as I write in Google Docs, and, as we reach fund-raising thresholds, you'll get additional perks as detailed here.


Where will this be happening?

In Livejournal, in Dreamwidth, on Twitter hashtag #Dkthn, username @Lynthornealder, and in a Googledocs doc.


So what should I prompt you on?

Almost anything! If you want 150 words on daffodils, I shall give you 150 words on daffodils! If you'd like a short piece of erotica, I'm more than willing.
There are a few exceptions, see below.

If you're stumped, I have several years' of fiction in my livejournal. Try these tags for ideas:
More, Please - stories people have asked me to continue
FaeApoc - the setting in which my ongoing webserial Addergoole is set
Rin & Girey - a fantasy semi-romance abduction series
Cali - a slavery-and-porn series, sometimes with future!catpeople
"Vas" - a new series of short-shorts of planet exploration and unexpected findings.

If you're here from Addergoole, yes, I will write Addergoole or Wild Ones Stories.


What won't you write?

Anything that really squicks me. That's generally limited to sexual situations involving food, former food, dead things, or kids, but hardcore torture has been known to bother me, too.

Fanfic, or pieces set in other people's universes, unless it is your universe and you are asking me to write it, or if it's my universe.

Anything involving hurting animals. Especially cats. :-(


I have more questions!

Good! I love questions! Post them here, or PM/email/telegraph me.

15-minute ficlet: The desert blinks

From Ty's prompt here, "The desert is awake / Flicks its pale moon eyes." Unknown setting.

“Oh, good, you’re awake.”

He hadn’t been. He had been happily off in the land of dreams, where things made sense and no-one was trying to kill or kidnap him, where people didn’t jump out of twelfth-story windows with him over their… over their shoulder?

He blinked slowly awake, no longer quite sure where the dream was and where the reality.

She was sitting leaning over him, casting a long shadow, longer than seemed reasonable. Dark, shaggy-short-cut hair, sun-darkened skin, her cheekbones tattooed, her upper and lower lips each pierced twice, t-shirt with the sleeves ripped out, BDU pants, tape-patched combat boots. She looked like a punk, from back when that word had meaning. She didn’t look old enough to remember when counterculture had been a thing.

“Am I?” he croaked. The heat was unbearable, even the ground under him feeling like the inside of a pizza oven. “Am I even alive?”

She blinked at him, her eyes the color of old ash, of the full moon in daytime. “I rescued you,” she reminded him. “You live.”

He stretched tentatively and was surprised to find that nothing hurt, that nothing was broken. “How did you do that? You jumped … we jumped…”

“Shh,” she scolded. “There are things out there that I cannot stop, and they will hear your yowling. But there are things I can stop, and those creatures were on that list.”

“Creatures? The slavers?” He twitched against the memory of chains. “Fuuuck. They branded me. I can’t go anywhere now.” He reached for the spot on his upper back where they’d burnt in their mark, to find the skin smooth and unscarred. “What…?”

She blinked at him again. “There are things I can stop,” she repeated. “They will not bother you.”

He looked around, past her, at the desert that stretched out in all directions, at the dune that shaded him from the deadly sun, then back to the girl with the moonlight eyes staring seriously at some point two inches inside his skull. “You stopped the slavers. You stopped their brand.” He’d heard of the magic ones, but never in terms of rescue, never in terms of salvation. Then again… “How do I get out of here, then?”

The teeth that showed in her smile were like bleached shards of bone. “For that,” she said, sounding like a rattlesnake’s warning, “you have to deal with me.”

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Drakeathon 2/19-2/20/11

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