May. 1st, 2017

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“The idea,” Ron explained, “came from putting a fake egg into a nest to encourage the bird to lay there. So…” He put $50 and a ceramic egg in the safe-deposit box.

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Iva complained. “It’s all about saving money, encouraging YOURSELF to put more cash away. Not just… hoping someone else will lay eggs in your safe-deposit box.”

“Well, if I’m wrong, we move it all to the savings account and go from there. But if I’m right…”

Both of them were surprised when, upon opening the box a month later, they found $100 and 15 ceramic eggs.

Written to April 20's Thimbleful Thursday prompt and also tootfiction - 500-character-or-less fic for Mastodon
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After M/m Keeper/Kept and Keeper’s Interview and Needs a Title and Bad Titling is Catching and More M/m, when I’d given up on titles and The Driver Weighs Inand Sal’s Questions and Claws and Monsters and Weapons and Impressions and Masks and Tim Kaprinsky's House, Timaios' Bedroom and Take it Off.

Danny was, Ctirad noticed, not wearing a uniform or any sort of suit, just a chef’s jacket and loose pants. Danny was also a woman, as far as Ctirad could tell; she had platinum-blonde hair in loose curls to the tips of her pointed ears and darkly tanned skin, her chef’s jacket covering the type of physique that made Ctirad think she doubles as a bodyguard.
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Hello everyone!
It’s May - well, as I’m writing this, it’s April 30th, but when I post it, it’ll be May, so that counts, right?

So far, we’ve had lots of April showers here but no pilgrims.

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Speaking of the Serial...
Nimbus let her eyes adjust to the light. The lamps marked out four walls, each maybe five paces from each other. One wall was filled with a stone contrivance of some sort that she thought was probably a hearth and fireplace. The opposite side held some sort of shelf folded up against the wall. The two remaining sides held doors, closer to her height than Cartwright's, although the ceiling looked plenty tall for him.

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Chapter 15: Abednego
by Lyn Thorne-Alder

Friday, October 6, 2000

Dinner, Abednego had found, was one very rare part of the day that didn’t absolutely suck.

They had dinner with the crew, which meant Rafe was around Eris and Joff, and the two of them seemed to relax him.  Neither of them would really look at Abednego or say his name, but they had their own Kept, too, so he could more or less pretend they weren’t ignoring him on purpose.

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MARKED - 7.8

“Maybe they used a lamp, although playing marbles by gas-lamp seems like it would be stranger than this room is to start with.” Lorque delved back into the corners, but she could only explore the dusty room for so long before she circled back to Nilien once again. “So what are we going to do?”

“I’m doing my homework and wondering what this room was used for. I mean, who makes a supply closet secret?”

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