Giraffe Call Second Day

My Call is open!
The Call! (LJ)

The theme is Love, in all its hues and shades.

Yesterday was an out-and-about shopping day for me, but I got two pieces written:

Addergoole: Year 9
Friendly (LJ )
One Off
The Purple (LJ)

And started The Linkback Story (LJ).

Then the story for Rix's prompt decided it needed to be at least 1000 words. O_O I'll post that as soon as I can get it finished.

Prompting is still open!

Monster, a story of Fae Apoc for the Giraffe Call

This was written to To rix_scaedu's prompt.

Fae Apoc has a landing page here


The town of Jefferson had survived the Disaster and the subsequent fall of most of civilization more intact than it had any right to expect.

It wasn't the only place to survive, of course - people who thought ahead generally did fine, places that were far from cities did better. But Jefferson was a whole town where the power still ran, the water and sewers still worked, and people lived relatively normal lives, if in a tighter scope than before.

And all they had had to do is swear allegiance to the man on the hill.

For nearly fifty years, the man on the hill had kept Jefferson safe from everything from dysentery to rampaging dinosaurs. He'd imported doctors, and then people so inclined to learn how to be the next generation of doctors. He'd made sure there were farmers enough to farm the land, and fuel enough to make the tractors run. He made sure the power ran, and the water flowed.
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Kitchen, a story for the Giraffe Call

This was written to To kelkyag's prompt.

To fix a memory in your mind, associate it with a sense.

As some might guess, I prefer taste-and-smell.

So the way he feels when he presses against me and kisses me reminds me of smoked paprika, his hand on the back of my neck, his hair trailing across my neck.

The way his words sound, when he tells me - and I must remember these words - that I am the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. Those words, they are like the finest chocolate, a little too sweet, but rich and lingering on the tongue.

The way his back looks when he leaves after that first date, as if he's uncertain, his shoulders pulled forward, remind me of lime zest: tangy, and a bit bitter.

When he comes back for seconds, before he's gotten to his car: cheesecake, drizzled in raspberry sauce.

Those moments are nice. Those are warm moments. Tasty moments.

I have citric acid on the shelf, cayenne pepper, noni juice, for moments that were not as nice.

And I have this moment, that I wish to remember more than anything. This moment, with his eyes so big and blue and hovering right on the edge of pain/love/need. Right where he might fall, or might not.

And if his first romantic words were chocolate, this, this is chocolate liqueur poured over pound cake. This is a moment to savor. He might have, once, been spinning a story. Now he's in love. And it tastes like the best thing I have ever cooked.

Some people have a Roman House. I have a Roman kitchen to store my memories in. And I'll put him on the shelf next to the others.

Triangles, a story of Addergoole Yr 22 for the Giraffe Cal (@anke)

This was written to To anke's prompt.

Addergoole has a landing page here; Audra, Carrig, and Chaney were first seen in White Knights, 8/31/2011.

Audra is Kailani's daughter by Conrad.

I just read the TV Trope Generation Xerox and worry a bit about that with this, esp. considering what Morganna is doing in this story..

Carrig and Chaney seemed more interested in Audra than seemed reasonable. There were prettier girls in the school; there were certainly more charming, friendly girls than she was. Her first question to the both of them, once they'd stopped scolding each other for long enough to talk to her, had been "where's a laboratory that I can set up in?"

She'd been more than a little pleased to have stumped them with that one.
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Even the Insect that Bites You, a story for the Giraffe Call

This was written to To sharpeningthebones's prompt(s).

"Everybody dance."

The Ahme were a peaceful, happy people. Tonight, on the fullness of three moons, their music swirled over the forest.

"Everybody step, forward now, left foot out. Backward now, left foot in. That's it, everybody dance." The Ahme had taken the first opportunity to go into space, rough-colonizing instead of waiting for the full terraforming, accepting the steps backwards in technology, embracing them.

"Everybody back, bow to the fire, bow to your partner. All lovers dance. All lovers, swirl." They were, as a culture, very happy, and very relaxed.

"That's it, beloveds, twist around. Grab your partners, swing them down. All lovers dance, all lovers sing. Ah-neee-ah-ne. Ah-neeee-ah-ne."

They never saw the Tovane coming.
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