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Feb. 28th, 2011
When figuring out what to call the shirt-garment worn by the Callanthe people in my Reiassan setting, I decided to name it a qitari, since it was a combination of a Chinese qipao and a Turkish entari. I was pronouncing this kee-tar-ree
Something we were watching on TV yesterday had a qi word, pronounced chee- something. And I said, "am I pronouncing my made-up word wrong?"
A little Googling later, I determined that yes, yes I was: http://qipao.info/
So it's a chee-tari.
Cool. :-)
P.S. There will be writing here again soon, I promise.
Something we were watching on TV yesterday had a qi word, pronounced chee- something. And I said, "am I pronouncing my made-up word wrong?"
A little Googling later, I determined that yes, yes I was: http://qipao.info/
So it's a chee-tari.
Cool. :-)
P.S. There will be writing here again soon, I promise.
From Ty's prompt here, written in 12 minutes.
"These sort of things just polarize the group more, that's all I'm saying, Anna. And it doesn't seem like a good idea."
"But having a debate is a calm, rational way to work out differences over an issue." Anna sat on the kitchen counter and kicked her feet despondently, half-heatedly peeling carrots while Cassie seared one of their last slabs of meat. "I don't see what the problem is."
"The problem is that you're expecting humans to act calm and rational. That only works now and then in the best of circumstances, and, really, hon, you can't say this is the best of circumstances. Are you done with the carrots yet?"
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"These sort of things just polarize the group more, that's all I'm saying, Anna. And it doesn't seem like a good idea."
"But having a debate is a calm, rational way to work out differences over an issue." Anna sat on the kitchen counter and kicked her feet despondently, half-heatedly peeling carrots while Cassie seared one of their last slabs of meat. "I don't see what the problem is."
"The problem is that you're expecting humans to act calm and rational. That only works now and then in the best of circumstances, and, really, hon, you can't say this is the best of circumstances. Are you done with the carrots yet?"
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15 minute ficlet: Through the snow
Feb. 28th, 2011 06:16 pmFrom another 15minfic prompt, this one a photo. It insisted on being FaeApoc. And I kept writing for 2 more paragraphs after where it wanted to end. You're welcome. ;-)
Ken stumbled, caught himself, and stumbled again. He was exhausted, no past that. Exhausted had been several miles, or at least a long time of walking, back.
He was freezing already; if he fell, the falling snow would cover him, and he would be a corpsicle for a long time before anyone found him, if anyone ever did. But there were lights in the distance; if he could get there, he could get help.
He wasn't dressed for the weather; they hadn't been expecting the dragons in the sky, or the wyrm-creature that ripped up the highway. They'd hit the grocery store and been on their way to the mall. Now Sarah was dead, and Aisha...
...well, he'd bandaged her wounds the best he could with his T-shirt, left her wrapped up in the back seat with his coat and hers covering her and the easiest-to-eat of the groceries. He'd taken one bag for himself, the one with the candy bars and, stupidly, the lightbulbs. Couldn't eat lightbulbs. Then he'd started walking, looking for help.
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Ken stumbled, caught himself, and stumbled again. He was exhausted, no past that. Exhausted had been several miles, or at least a long time of walking, back.
He was freezing already; if he fell, the falling snow would cover him, and he would be a corpsicle for a long time before anyone found him, if anyone ever did. But there were lights in the distance; if he could get there, he could get help.
He wasn't dressed for the weather; they hadn't been expecting the dragons in the sky, or the wyrm-creature that ripped up the highway. They'd hit the grocery store and been on their way to the mall. Now Sarah was dead, and Aisha...
...well, he'd bandaged her wounds the best he could with his T-shirt, left her wrapped up in the back seat with his coat and hers covering her and the easiest-to-eat of the groceries. He'd taken one bag for himself, the one with the candy bars and, stupidly, the lightbulbs. Couldn't eat lightbulbs. Then he'd started walking, looking for help.
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