Monday Morning Giraffe Summary

Good morning! It's a cold grey day and I have a lot of writing in front of me, and a lot behind me as well!

The Linkback story for the Giraffe Call is up here on DW (LJ)!

This weekend I wrote for February's Giraffe Call LJ (Which will remain open until 11 p.m. EST tonight):( Read more... )

For the Last Call:( Read more... )

Non-Call:( Read more... )

I posted some business posts:
January Giraffe Update (LJ)
List of Stories (LJ) Input! What do you want a continuation of?
And, for good measure:
February 15th's Summary (LJ)


clare_dragonfly's Garden of Prose is still open for a little while longer!
so is
ankewehner's Flash Fiction Fishbowl!

Not That Kind of Girl, a story of Stranded World for the Giraffe Call (@Wyld_Dandelyon)

For wyld_dandelyon's prompt.

Stranded World has a landing page .

http://www.songlyrics.com/the-band-perry/all-your-life-lyrics/

Autumn lay back in the warm July sun, staring at the clouds. "I don't need wine and roses," she said, mostly to herself. "I've never been the sort of girl that asks for that, or the sort of girl that men give that to."

She swallowed a small lump of bitterness at the feeling. "And I don't need love songs; the boys that sing them are generally silly, anyway."

There had been the one, a beautiful bard with a voice like a dream. He had written music for her, sung to her after lovemaking, brought her roses, brought her wine. He had been something else... but he was the sort that didn't travel well, and she was the sort that never stayed in one place.

"I heard a song the other day," she continued, to the silence near her. "Something like 'I don't need the whole world... I just want to be the only one you love.'" She laughed shortly. "Hypocritical, wouldn't it be? But sometimes," she turned to look at him, her heart in her throat. "Sometimes that's what I want, Tatters." Or at least a name to call you by.

"Lady Fall." His eyes were serious, though his tone was light. "What you want of me, you have but to ask."

"You and I both know that's a lie," she countered angrily. "Don't I deserve better from you than lies, at the very least?"

He flinched. "It was not my intent to lie to you, but simply to..." He gestured, and his tone changed. "I wanted to give you the roses and the wine that you want, though you say you don't. The poetry. But I have never been a grapes and thorns sort of man, I'm afraid." His tone changed again, as if he was dialing himself down. "I'd give you romance if it was in me, Autumn."

He paused, as if looking for the words. "I can give you mead and leather, if that's enough."

She studied him for a moment, her heart twisting. "If that is what you have," she answered, wondering if she was lying, "than that, my love, is enough and more than."


The song she is misquoting is The Band Perry's "All Your Life."

Vinting Love, a story of Vas' World for the Giraffe Call (@shutsumon)

For becka_sutton's prompt.

Vas' World has a landing page here.

This comes after The Sea And Sky.

Caliber was a little annoyed at their new planet.

They were all a little annoyed at their new planet, to be fair. It had any number of flaws and not nearly enough positives to counter them, far too many deadly problems and none, so far, of the things that sometimes made new settlements totally worth it.

Gentor, despite its scorching temperatures, had had garithite, which made several cancers visible in very early stages. The lovely and deadly Elrodre had produced Elriers Rouge, which prevented most forms of skin cancer. Kincaid, with its naturally-exploding plants and shrapnel-generating animals, had been found to have crustacean-like critters with shells naturally strengthened with tungsten. This planet? This planet couldn't even grow grapes.
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