aldersprig: (Wood)
So SeaLemon has this August Doodle Challenge (Tumblr)

I mentioned I wanted to do a Worldbuilding challenge based on the doodle challenge. [personal profile] inventrix made me a modified list.



Day 2 is Climate. The climate of the world around Aerax (that's an island with a center pinacle on top of a long tree trunk, not the Space Needle) is temperate, wet, and windy, especially up on the islands. (There's a cactus on the other side because the original challenge was "cactus", and also because over on the far side of the mountains, the weather is much dryer.)

Aerax and the sky islands are the setting of my Patreon serial The Expectant Wood.

(Day 3 is Seasonal food/fruit)
aldersprig: (Syadaia)
It went like this: SeaLemon has this August Doodle Challenge (Tumblr), and it looked interesting, but in that "neat-but-not-quite" sort of way.

I mentioned I wanted to do a Worldbuilding challenge based on the doodle challenge. [personal profile] inventrix offered to make me a modified list.



Day 1 is Measurements. This is a wearable measurement tool from Reiassan, showing several sizes of cord gauge (alphabetical from K to N), a small ruler measuring up to 3 Demai, or a Taiden, a "knot." A taiden is 1/10 of a gorzhee, a "reach."

(Day 2 is Climate)
aldersprig: (Vas tree)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "30) The story ends with 'coming up'."

This come directly after #1 in this series - "It's going down." (LJ Link). Vas' World.


“Someone built it,” Suki assured him, not for the first time. “We might not have met builders yet, but elevators don’t grow organically.”

“I know. That’s my issue,” Vas finally admitted. “Look at the pulley. It’s nearly identical to ones we have back on Earth. The horses,” he lowered his voice, despite the fact that the damn things seemed telepathic, “are remarkably similar to horses on Earth. Even the walls we found are reminiscent of old New England cobblestone walls. It’s eerie.”
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aldersprig: (me-lyn-kitty)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "29) (from Lilifluff) Randomly pick a number between 1 and 28 (Random.Org) . Re-write that prompt as a Spaghetti Western or Melodrama."

I got 19, and am writing a continuation to #19, though it seems I can't write either Spaghetti Western or Melodrama.


She rode into town like a whirlwind, a mad mink of a girl with fire in her eyes and capture on her mind. She had a tongue smooth as silk and her lies were like a lasso, ropin’ me in.

I shoulda seen her coming, I suppose, but what can a man do when she blinks at him like that with big doe eyes and whispers her magic sweet as honey? No spider ever wove a web so neatly as she did, there in that parking lot. And I, damn fool I am, walked right into it.
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aldersprig: (Summer)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "28) write a story set in a laundromat "

From [community profile] dailyprompt: "choose again"

Stranded World.


“Go Fish.” Summer sprawled across the laundry-room table, staring at the cards in her hand, watching Mellie and Bishop over the edges.

“Really? You don’t have a green nine?” Bishop took a card from the pool. “Are you charming your hand again, Sum?”

“You know I don’t do that.” When she was playing with them, at least. “Mel, do you have a blue seven?”
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aldersprig: (Library)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "27) write a story using only one period. Bonus: write the story using only one /ending punctuation at all."

From [community profile] dailyprompt: "not a cloud in sight" and "set events in motion."

Planners 'verse.


There was not a cloud in sight that Sunday, nothing looming on the horizon, nothing at all to suggest that the consortium that called itself the Planners had set events in motion that would change, not only the world, but the future of the universe (this may, of course, be a little bit exaggerated, but at the time of the upheaval, it certainly seemed as if everything in the universe was changing – history was changing, the way banking happened was changing, government was changing, the structure of power in the known world was changing - all in all, it was an unstable and unpleasant time of change, and it was all due to the Planners and their infernal, internal, inheritable planning); the future of society hung in the balance, swinging on one comma in the Planners’ ledger, because that is all that any of us were to those people, commas, balances on a spreadsheet, numbers of acceptable losses (look at the way they planned out for this apocalypse, after all: so much food set aside for each city, so much medicine, put aside, even admitting “we expect an attrition rate of ten to thirty percent,” as if admitting it bald-faced like that makes it better, somehow; it was clear from the very beginning that they intended to set themselves up as the sole power left on the planet, and that only setting aside so much food for the rest of the world was part of their plan – and it worked.



The List:
1a) the story starts with the words "It's going down." (LJ Link)
1b) the story starts with the words "It's going down." (LJ Link)
2) write a scene that takes place in a train station.
3) the story must involve a goblet and a set of three [somethings]
4) prompt: one for the road
5) write a story using an imaginary color
6) write the pitch for a new Final Fantasy styled RPG (LJ Link)
7) prompt: frigid (LJ Link)
8) write a scene in the middle of a novel called “The Long, Dirty Afterwards” (LJ)
9) prompt: mourning dead gods (LJ)
10) write a story set in three different time periods. (LJ)
11) Write a movie trailer style trailer for a story, existing or not-yet-written. (LJ)
12) prompt: sweet iced tea (LJ)
13) re-write a story that everyone knows (LJ)
14) write a vanilla story dealing with kinky subject matter (LJ)
15) prompt: ascension (LJ)
16) write a scene that takes place at the end of a long road trip. (LJ)
17) write an uncomfortable story (LJ)
18) prompt: a step too far (LJ
19) write a story in which something goes BOOM. )LJ)
20) Write the end of the story 'The Purple Bag. (LJ)
21) Roll a d20 twice. Combine the themes of the two previous stories for those numbers. (LJ)
22) Prompt: White Knight (LJ)
23) write a scene that takes place in a place that is war-torn (LJ)
24) prompt: founding fathers (LJ)
25) write a story set in a library LJ
26) Prompt: Elemental LJ
27) write a story using only one period.
aldersprig: (wine)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "26) Prompt: Elemental ."

Started out Stranded world, ended up misc misc.


"You're wild," he murmured, his hand tracing the line of her hip and flank, the tattoos inked there, the flesh stretched over the bone. "Elemental. Untamed. Like a volcano, like a waterfall. Unrestrained, untamed."

"I wasn't that loud," she chuckled, both embarrassed and amused by his effluvient praise.

"You know what I meant," he protested, smiling as if she'd said something very clever.
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aldersprig: a red-heded freckled girl, smiling (Autumn)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "25) write a story set in a library."

Stranded World (LJ), Autumn



The weather was brutal, and the festival had been more-or-less cancelled. Autumn had still shown up, still set up her booth, but once she lost two pieces to the wind-blown rain, she gave up and closed up shop. Nobody was coming out in this weather, anyway.

There wasn’t much in the small town to do – a café, three churches, and a Chinese-take-out-place – so she headed for the library, ducking in just as the rain began coming down in buckets. She stood dripping in the lobby for a moment, not wanting to endampen the books.

“Oh, you poor dear!” A woman in her middle-second-century or so that had to be the librarian bustled out with a towel, wrapping it around Autumn’s shoulders. “Are you here with the festival? That poor, silly farce of a festival?” She moved her free hand surreptitiously in a pattern that, to a layperson, would probably just look like nervous hand-fluttering.
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aldersprig: (Library)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "24) prompt: founding fathers"

Planners 'Verse, the beginning of the story.



October 1873

“It’s uncanny, Charlie, how you managed to pull everything out before the crash.” Ward Hudson sipped the Estes’ 30-year scotch and didn’t both to hide his frustrated envy.

“And damn kind of you to help us out,” Vince Howe added.

“Think nothing of it.” The thing was, with Charlie Estes, he probably meant it. “You two are savvy businessmen, I know you’ll be back on your feet in no time. Besides, I couldn’t leave your wives and children out in the cold, now could I? Especially not my sister.”
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aldersprig: (Stormclouds)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "23) write a scene that takes place in a place that is war-torn"
From [community profile] dailyprompt: "highway" and "that awkward moment when..."


Faerie Apocalypse (LJ Link, after (LJ)

The city lay in ruins. Nila didn’t know when, if ever, Michael was coming home. Power had gone out a week ago, and the looters had come through the neighborhood like locusts. She’d held them off when she could, hid with the children when she knew she couldn’t, but it was time to leave.

She settled Susan in her Kevlar sling and from there into her car seat, and made sure Allan’s backpack was balanced and light enough, taking the far heavier pack for herself. She checked all of her weapons and both of Allan’s, stared for a while at the note to Michael, and led her children out of their home.
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aldersprig: (Stormclouds)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "22) Prompt: White Knight

Fae Apoc, Addergoole, Year 23 (a generation after the story)

Audra never saw whose foot tripped her – she had been studying the paintings on the walls, her head, as her brother would say – in the clouds – but she noticed the boy who offered her a hand up. He was, she had to admit, rather handsome, even if the single black curl hanging in his face looked a little silly.

“Thank you,” she said, as he helped her to her feet, and then, because it seemed like thanks were kind of lame, she said the next thing that came to her head. “My mother told me all the white knights were dead.”

“They aren’t,” a voice from behind her rumbled. “But you have to know where to find them.”
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aldersprig: (KinkBingo2)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "21) Roll a d20 twice. Combine the themes of the two previous stories for those numbers." I got #14 & #17; this follows after #14, Preparing the Stage.

Tir Na Cali, in the Harem sub-setting - landing page here (and on LJ)

Content warning: bondage and mild violence




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aldersprig: an ancient-looking world map (map)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "20) Write the end of the story 'The Purple Bag.'"

misc-misc, no setting


Almost there. Although the temptation was strong to just end her trip here, in the dusty, beautiful bazaar, she’d come too far to stop before the end. Sorrell reached into the bag, wiggling her fingers around. When she’d started this trip, there’d barely been room to get her fingertips through the opening. Now, she had to reach all the way past her elbow into the netherspace.

The trinket that came to her hand was tiny; no wonder it had gotten pushed to the bottom. She pulled it out carefully, studying it.

A puzzle ring, nine interlocking rings twisted carefully together, held by a single bronze pin. A ring. Sorrell stared at it, wondering what its story would be, wondering where it would take her. She had been so many places, on so many worlds, finishing so many lost quests. To have it all come down to a ring…
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aldersprig: (wine)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "19) write a story in which something goes BOOM."

Also for the Abduction Prompts: here

Cya/Cynara is a RP character from the Addergoole roleplay. Her Wiki page is here This takes place sometime post-year-9 but before-the-apoc.


June again. Cynara packed the boys off to school, called the younger’s father to remind him to pick them up afterward, then spent a good couple hours helping Hroderich move into his own apartment. He was a good kid, got along well with her sons, but, well, like his brothers, wasn’t really into girls.

Once she had him tucked in, with one last you-were-a-good-Kept hug and a now-be-a-good-man punch in the arm, she double-checked her packing and started driving.

It was a ten-hour-drive from Hroderich’s new place to the Village outside of Addergoole. Cya found it meditative, a way of spring-cleaning her brain of the cobwebs and trailed her most recent Kept had left, of sweeping out the dust of former loves and lovers. She slept at a motel halfway there – the old lady winked at her. Didn’t know what she was up to, but after four years of this trip, recognized her. Cya smiled back at her, left her the tray of cookies, and slept.
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aldersprig: (Shooting star)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "18) prompt: a step too far."

In the same world/ship as Evolution and All Green Dots. Short version: Alae is the ceremonial Queen on a generation ship; Eka is her partner.


“Trepp, Alae, it smells like stale piss.” They had both been on edge lately, vibrating with the tension of the ship, with the political maneuverings that threatened both of them, feeling crammed in even Alae’s larger cubic and not spending any hour aside from work apart. The perfume had been the cracked cog that had thrown them out of working order. “Do you own a scent that can’t be smelled in the next star system?”

It was a step too far, enough to send Alae storming out into the corridors, alone and without a weapon, stomping through the ship like a force of nature, ready to rip the panels off anyone who got in her way. Read more... )
aldersprig: (AylaSmile)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "17) write an uncomfortable story."

Faerie Apocalypse (LJ Link), Addergoole Year Nine, the day after "Say Yes." (LJ).


Thorburn seemed jittery and uncomfortable on Wednesday, as if somehow he’d been the one to get the wrong end of Tuesday night. It grated on Ceinwen, set her teeth on edge. What right did he have to play the victim?

“I still hate you, you know,” she informed him, since he wouldn’t let her leave the room.

“Stop saying that,” he snapped, without looking away from his homework.
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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Sandcat)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "16) write a scene that takes place at the end of a long road trip."

John Stollich never knew, when he got home from a tour, what would greet him. Sometimes he thought that was why he stayed on the road as long as he did, coming home only, really, to cut another CD. He’d come home one time, and Onyx would be wrapped around his leg, best-daughter-ever, happy to see him, chattering about what she was learning in school, don’t-ever-leave-again-Dad. The next time, she’d be distant and chill, or flat-out nasty.

The nannies weren’t any better. At best, they lasted a year, year and a half. It was either John that turned them off, or Onyx, or the sometimes-strange things that happened around her, or her insatiable and incorrigible curiosity.

Bringing her on the bus had, because of that curiosity, never been a good option. He did so for very short periods of time, when the bus had been well-scrubbed and censored. The last thing he wanted to do was explain to a prepubescent kid what condoms were for.

He braced himself, getting rid of all thoughts of condoms, groupies, and drugs, and opened his front door. Was this going to be good visit, or a bad one?
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aldersprig: (Mermaid 2)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "15) prompt: ascension."

The stairs twisting up the side of the mountain are a metaphor for the way my people came to their feet from the water below, climbing to ascendance. They are a defense against intruders, who must fight their way up the stairs against massed defenders. They are a meditation and a history book, our stories carved into their walls, an allegorical journey as well as a physical one.

To my “guests,” however, they were a very long set of stairs, over a mile of ascent and half again that much for the way they twist and turn, an exhausting climb after their ordeal. I wondered when they had last eaten, and how well; I wondered, with more concern, how physically unfit they were. Their ordeal here would tax them, and they would need all of their strength. If they weren’t up to it, it would, in the end, come down on me. I’d picked them.

That would come later. For now, I guided them into a landing, where a fountain bubbled fresh water. “We can rest here for a while.”

I was not, myself, feeling the climb; nor were the guards, who walk these stairs every day. The stairs from the great dining hall to my tower bedroom were nearly half the height of the great stairs, after all, my people are built for endurance. You can not swim the flood if you can’t manage stairs.

I sipped the sweet water and watched them pant, worrying for their future.

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aldersprig: (Cali)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "14) write a vanilla story dealing with kinky subject matter"

Tir Na Cali, in the Harem sub-setting - landing page here (and on LJ).



Bettie was very proud of her inventory. She kept each piece in pristine condition, clean, oiled, free of defect, hung in its proper spot, ready for her hand, or that of the Lady or Lord that called for it.

There was, she mused, not that much difference between her and the harem-keepers. They all kept their inventories ready; they all served the same niche. And they all, in the end, worked on the same slaves.

She laid out her floggers and restraints. The Lady Ursula had called for some supplies this evening; she wanted to be certain everything was perfect.

Mink oil came first. The best floggers and whips were made of leather, firm enough to hurt, but giving enough not to break the skin. They needed to be cared for (and sometimes, even so, blood needed to be cleaned off as well), oiled, smoothed, made supple. They needed to be as good as they could be.

She worked the oil into her favorite three floggers. Stephan made the best noises with the heaviest flogger, so she worked that one up first. Perhaps the Lady would have another choice, maybe the delicate one more likely to leave welts but easier to swing. She oiled that one, too, and then moved on to the restraints.

The leather needed oiling, the buckles a bit of buffing. They took a lot of wear, but, with care, would long out-last their wearers. Bettie was very proud of her inventory, and, she thought, took better care of it than the harem-keepers did of theirs.


The List:
1a) the story starts with the words "It's going down." (LJ Link)
1b) the story starts with the words "It's going down." (LJ Link)
2) write a scene that takes place in a train station.
3) the story must involve a goblet and a set of three [somethings]
4) prompt: one for the road
5) write a story using an imaginary color
6) write the pitch for a new Final Fantasy styled RPG (LJ Link)
7) prompt: frigid (LJ Link)
8) write a scene in the middle of a novel called “The Long, Dirty Afterwards” (LJ)
9) prompt: mourning dead gods (LJ)
10) write a story set in three different time periods. (LJ)
11) Write a movie trailer style trailer for a story, existing or not-yet-written. (LJ)
12) prompt: sweet iced tea (LJ)
13) re-write a story that everyone knows (LJ)
14) write a vanilla story dealing with kinky subject matter









aldersprig: a close up of an alder leaf (Leaf)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "13) re-write a story that everyone knows."

Misc-urban-fantasy, maybe misc-post-apoc.


The streets between Roana’s house and her grandmother’s weren’t safe anymore, and everyone knew it. The Wolves had marked their territory, eight blocks of wasteland surrounding what had once been a pretty park. Anyone caught in there was fair game, especially not wearing their colors. And no-one wore the Wolves colors they hadn’t marked themselves.

But going around added an extra hour to her trip, an hour which went through only nominally safer territory. After all, the Wolves at least showed you their teeth. So she put on red – nobody wore Red in this city, Red was passé – her kerchief and her coat. It was supposed to snow, but she hadn’t seen her grandmother in weeks.

The first couple blocks were fine. Neutral territory, what people called The Mother-Land. Mothers with big guns and bigger voices kept this area clear of violence.
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aldersprig: (Reid)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "12) prompt: sweet iced tea."

This is more of the Reid/Cali crossover fanfic, directly after the last piece.

The stories before this:
Never Been Caught (and on LJ): First written, last in sequence.

Shots Fired (and on LJ): First in sequence

"Well, Crap, Where am I?" (and on LJ), after "Shots Fired" and before the story below.



“Excuse me,” their captive croaked. “Could I have some water?”Read more... )
aldersprig: (Girey)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "11) Write a movie trailer style trailer for a story, existing or not-yet-written."

Reiassan/Rin & Girey - landing page here (and on LJ).




Pan over a rocky landscape, following a river that wends its way south, past a white-walled cliff city, past farms cut into the mountains. As we begin, the travel up the road, running Northwards, looks like a long, ragged snake.

Voiceover: The two nations on the continent of Reiassan have been at war as long as either of them can remember.
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aldersprig: (Cali)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "10) write a story set in three different time periods"

Tír na Cali - landing page here (and on LJ).

Author's note: the Cali royalty trace their lineage back through three clever pioneers (Istvia, Imogen, and Gwydion) to so-called witches who came over from Ireland to settle the west coast of North America.



Ireland, 1685

The witch looked over the table at her cousin, a pretty young thing that, until now, everyone had assumed was just daft. The girl was floating the dishes in the air, all of the dishes, weaving them in and out in a series of loops that looked like a Maypole dance.

The witch stood, pondering her dim-witted cousin, and nodded at her brother. ::James, Alice’s son with the lovely eyes,:: she murmured into his head. :: He'll make a good groom. He’s always thought she was fetching.:: And he could lift more than a man ought to, and carry it for nearly ever.

Sacramento,California 1849
Istvia and Imogen studied each other over a game of chess, although both were minding Imogen’s youngest daughter, playing patty-cake with the dark-haired boy Istvia used as a fetch-and-carry page.

“She’s already showing signs,” Imogen murmured under her breath. “She has a bear that follows her everywhere, even if she forgets to pick him up. It upsets the help.”

Istvia, who already knew this, nodded sagely. “He,” she tilted her head at the boy, still feet short of his adult height, “gets things off tall shelves.”

“Mmm. Worth a try, then.”

Hillsboro, Oregon, 2011
Catherine ni Johanna ó Imogen studied her teenaged niece. The girl was playing checkers with a slave boy, a handsome teenager who, like many of the slaves on Catherine’s estate, bore a striking resemblance to Catherine’s family. This one, however, though he had the eyes and the nose, was a good head taller than the free men in the bloodline, and, on brief observation, rather more clever, too.

Catherine had carefully discouraged her niece’s friendship with the boy, disapproving in an over-the-top way only teenagers believed. With luck, there’d be a child before Yule.




The List:
1a) the story starts with the words "It's going down." (LJ Link)
1b) the story starts with the words "It's going down." (LJ Link)
2) write a scene that takes place in a train station.
3) the story must involve a goblet and a set of three [somethings]
4) prompt: one for the road
5) write a story using an imaginary color
6) write the pitch for a new Final Fantasy styled RPG (LJ Link)
7) prompt: frigid (LJ Link)
8) write a scene in the middle of a novel called “The Long, Dirty Afterwards” (LJ)
9) prompt: mourning dead gods (LJ)
10) write a story set in three different time periods









aldersprig: (Shooting star)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "9) prompt: mourning dead gods."

Fae Apoc, in the time of the apoc.



December, 2011

They fell from the sky, one, then another, then another. I watched on the roof, silently standing vigil. I had been there, with twenty or so of my fellow just-plain-humans, since the battle began. Yesterday, I think it was, though by then it could have been two or three days. We ate, we drank, we caught what sleep we could, and we watched the creatures destroy what was left of our city.

Jason and Mandy had shotguns, and Carrie had a bokken; we could keep our building free of them, or at least chase them off. But we weren’t there, really, to fight them. We’d already learned that that took a mob, fire, iron, rowan, and a willingness to lose three-quarters of your people to death or severe injury to take down one of those. We had the first four, but no longer (there had been five hundred of us, a while ago) had the last and most important factor. So we watched, and if we could still believe in a loving god, we prayed.Read more... )
aldersprig: (Swirls)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "8) write a scene in the middle of a novel called 'The Long, Dirty Afterwards.'"

Actually random apoc. In re. wordcount, the actual "excerpt" is 250 words. ;-)
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They had defeated the alien invasion and won back their planet.

…Now all they had to do is clean up the mess.


The All-Counter* read clean on all immediate threats to life and mostly clean on the long-term threats. Becker’s ears and nose told him the ship was most likely empty of slightly-less immediate threats as well, but he still moved in like clearing a building, shooter at the ready and taking one room at a time, his team behind him guarding his flank.
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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (AutumnTree)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "7) prompt: frigid."

Stranded World, Autumn. Landing page here and on LJ
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He said I wanna see you again
But I'm stuck in colder weather
Maybe tomorrow will be better
Can I call you then
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Autumn did not like cold weather, a contradiction to her name that some mistakenly found ironic (she’d given up explaining that she and her seasonal sib’s names were meant to be part of a complex allegory; it never helped). She planned her circuit of fests, fairs, and shows in a roving loop that left her in the North in the hottest parts of summer, and brought her to the South for winter. She spent the few really cold times staying with friends; her van had plenty of insulation, but it was still a van-RV, not really a cold-weather vehicle.
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aldersprig: (Summer)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "5) write a story using an imaginary color."

Stranded World, Summer & Winter, some time before she goes off to school. Landing page here and on LJ

I think Summer and Spring are very close in age. Does anyone remember her hair color?
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“Tell me what you see.”

“The water, the boat. The sky, and fish out in the distance.” Summer kicked her feet in the water. “Splashes.”

Her brother smiled indulgently at her, with that warning note in the cant of his eyebrow that said she should stop messing around soon. Stupid Spring, using up all the messing around. She obediently stared back out at the lake.

“The water moves the way it should. The strands are mostly blue, but there are a few lines of green, and some tangles of darker green. Algae blooms? And there’s sort of an… indiburple splotch there,” she pointed at a twisted triple-braid of color. “Someone did that on purpose; the strands don’t line up in celtic knots by themselves.”Read more... )
aldersprig: A Roman Gladius, with the words "Keep Sharp, Live Long" against a leather background. (Lyuda)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "6) write the pitch for a new Final Fantasy styled RPG."

Reiassan, or at least meta-Reiassan. Landing page here and on LJ
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Step into an ancient and fantastic world with Grove Games’ two new releases.

Reiassan is a mythical world, set in a distant past. Abandoned by their homeland, the settlers on this mountainous and inhospitable continent set up a life for themselves, mining the magical síra that flows through the rocky terrain and turning it to strange new magics.

But all is not peaceful, and ethnic struggles from home have followed them here. The continent soon splits into nations, and the nations soon erupt into war. Magic and tactics are thrown wildly, and the landscape itself is devastated.

Through Force and Will is a real-time strategy game; control one of the three battling nations, the Callanthe, the Bitrani, and the Arrans, as they struggle for control of the continent and its síra-rich mountains. Control troops, decide on the technologies that will be explored, and choose how to best use the limited resources and thin supply of magic-fueling síra to defeat your enemies and rule the continent. The land will be yours, if you plan well.

Road of Wild Magic is an RPG; you and your small team of fighters, priests, and scholars must find the missing formula that will allow the safe harvesting of wild síra. Along the way, you will encounter monsters, enemy soldiers, riddle, traps, and pockets of world-changing wild magic. Only the very strong and very clever will survive, but for those who prevail, fame and fortune awaits!

Available in July of 2012.

The List:
1a) the story starts with the words "It's going down." (LJ Link)
1b) the story starts with the words "It's going down." (LJ Link)
2) write a scene that takes place in a train station.
3) the story must involve a goblet and a set of three [somethings]
4) prompt: one for the road
5) write a story using an imaginary color
6) write the pitch for a new Final Fantasy styled RPG
aldersprig: a red-heded freckled girl, smiling (Autumn)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "4) prompt: one for the road"

Stranded World, Autumn. Landing page here and on LJ
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“…roll your leg over, roll your leg over. Roll your leg over, it’s better… that… way.”

The pub sing had gone from bawdy to maudlin and now had settled back into a maudlin sort of bawdy, the last of them shutting down the bar with increasingly silly lyrics, remembered or made up on the spot, to an old favorite.

“If all the young ladies were big wooden stairs,”
belted out Tiny Janice. The tourists were gone, and even most of the regulars. By tomorrow, the Shire would be an empty cluster of wooden pavilions, its denizens scattered to the four winds. “They’d go up mine, and I’d go up theirs.” A transient fellowship, they laughed like old friends with strangers they might never see again.
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aldersprig: (Library)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "3) the story must involve a goblet and a set of three [somethings]"

This goes after The Anthropologist's Journal (LJ Link)

Planner's Verse needs a landing page. Also? This one went way over 250
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Mid-summer, probably year 317 Post-Conflict

The Lore-speaker tells me, in no uncertain terms, that for the tribes to not raid, they would have to stop being the tribes.

He tells me many things, this historian and dispute-mediator of the Kavah, father of my young mistress and master, father, it seems, of the second child now growing in me. As the weeks have travelled into months, as my son has grown into a large and loud baby and my belly has swollen again, it has more and more seemed to be that he is my master, and not his son and daughter.

Today’s events have confirmed that, and more. Today, journal, we watched the marriage of the chieftain to those who were my master and mistress. Read more... )
aldersprig: (Shooting star)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "2) write a scene that takes place in a train station."

This seems to go with Missing (LJ Link)
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The skies weren’t safe. They hadn’t been for so long, there were adults now who couldn’t imagine airplanes.

The trains weren’t always safe, either, but a one in forty chance of death was still better than a three in four chance. And, while we didn’t need to travel, they did. They needed to reach the few places where they could still punch through the sky.

I held her against me, tracing the small of her back, trying not to see the train pulling into the station. The steam trains had come back, along with so many other things we’d thought we’d left behind, forgotten, or lost.
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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Ceinwen)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "1) the story starts with the words 'It's going down.'"

Addergoole/Fae Apoc Year 9 has a landing page (LJ Link)


“It’s going down.” Curry was breathless when he pounded on Thornburn’s door, his words coming out in ragged gasps. Ceinwen tried to pretend she wasn’t hiding, back in the little corner of the room He allowed her. “Kendon and Jeremiah, over that little carrotty Ninthie. What’s her name… Hoover?”

“Ahouva.” It was somehow unsurprising and yet still displeasing that He knew the pretty girl’s name. He knew them all. “I thought Jeremiah had his hands full.” He was sliding on his shoes as he spoke; Ceinwen, hesitantly, looked for her own.

“I thought he did, too. I guess he’s going for the greed factor. Surprises me... Kendon is no sweetheart, but I didn’t think the Prophet was the White Knight sort, either. I mean, he’s turned his back on a lot of shit in his day.”
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aldersprig: (Vas tree)
For the 30 Days Meme Second Semester, for the prompt "1) the story starts with the words 'It's going down.'"

Vas' World has a landing page (LJ Link)


"It's going down." Vas watched the wicker cage slowly descend the cliff, shaking his head.

"Of course it's going down," Suki laughed. "It's an elevator. What did you expect it to do? Swing back and forth wildly?"

"It's not an elevator," he grumbled, never mind the horse-creatures that could probably overhear him. "It's a wicker basket and a pulley system."

"Sounds like an elevator to me. And it sounds a lot safer than the path there... besides, it's holding two horses and Malia, and it's doing just fine. It can hold our weight."
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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (SummerTree)
Unhappy Catgirl! [personal profile] lilfluff's Day 27 (orig. meme) story., Trapped.

[personal profile] kc_obrien has started the second meme; my favorite of his three so far is, unsurprisingly, The Price of Insolence .

[livejournal.com profile] rix_scaedu has already written the first 10 days of the new meme; I think this one is my favorite, but it's hard to tell.

[livejournal.com profile] minor_architect is doing a 30 days of Haiku version; this one made me cry a bit, but in a good way.
aldersprig: (BookGlasses)
After [personal profile] ravenswept's meme and with permission, [personal profile] kc_obrien and I present the second 30 days meme.

The rules, such as they are:
Write something of approximately 250 words, +/- 50 words, to each prompt.
Go wild with genres (ex; prompt 25 is "noir" but it's meant as more a mood/flavor).
Have fun.
If, like some people I know (*cough* Clare *cough*), you don't like flash fiction, feel free to write 30 parts of a very strange 7500-word short story.

As an added bonus! Prize! If you complete the 30 prompts by September 16, 2011, and I know you're doing this meme, I will enter your name into a random drawing for a $10 Barnes&Nobel or Amazon.com gift card.

Here is your month of prompts:

1) the story starts with the words "It's going down."
2) write a scene that takes place in a train station
3) the story must involve a goblet and a set of three [somethings]
4) prompt: one for the road
5) write a story using an imaginary color
6) write the pitch for a new Final Fantasy styled RPG
7) prompt: frigid
8) write a scene in the middle of a novel called "The Long, Dirty Afterwards."
9) prompt: mourning dead gods
10) write a story set in three different time periods
11) Write a movie trailer style trailer for a story, existing or not-yet-written
12) prompt: sweet iced tea
13) re-write a story that everyone knows
14) write a vanilla story dealing with kinky subject matter
15) prompt: ascension
16) write a scene that takes place at the end of a long road trip
17) write an uncomfortable story
18) prompt: a step too far
19) write a story in which something goes BOOM
20) Write the end of the story "The Purple Bag."
21) Roll a d20 twice (Random.Org). Combine the themes of the two previous stories for those numbers
22) prompt: knight in shining armor
23) write a scene that takes place in a place that is war-torn
24) prompt: founding fathers
25) write a story set in a library
26) prompt: elemental
27) write a story using only one period. Bonus: write the story using only one /ending punctuation at all.
28) write a story set in a laundromat
29) (from Lilifluff) Randomly pick a number between 1 and 28 (Random.Org) . Re-write that prompt as a Spaghetti Western or Melodrama
30) the story ends with the words "coming up."
aldersprig: a close up of an alder leaf (Leaf)
Day 30 of 30 days of Fiction: "30) Write a scene saying “good bye.”

Dragons Next Door - a prelude.

Stay tuned for the next 30 days Meme!


The ogres next door were moving out.

I should have been happy, I suppose. They were loud, smelly, and messy, and their yard trash not only stank, it attracted wyverns and other strange vermin . Their son, too, tended to throw his “toys” around randomly, and I didn’t really enjoy explaining to my children why there was a rotting leg in the yard.

To say nothing about the threat to my children.

Well, let’s be fair. There’s nothing to say. The ogres would eat human meat when it came to them, hunters and criminals and the like, but they didn’t eat the neighbors and, indeed, had been known to eat the nasty sort of human predator when they spent too much time lurking around. Messy, yes, but they liked their neighborhoods friendly. Read more... )
aldersprig: (BookGlasses)
Others I know who are also doing the 30 days meme include:
Meridian Rose
Amanda-Sheree
Inventrix
Ravenswept, whose meme it is
Limiinal
K.C.O'Brien
Lilfluff!

If you know others, let me know, and I'll add them to the list. Guys, there's a lot of absolutely awesome stuff here!

[personal profile] kc_obrien and I are working, with [personal profile] ravenswept's permission, on another 30 days list. Any requests?

(There may be a prize for this one, too; any requests?)
aldersprig: (Cali)
Day 25 of 30 days of Fiction: "27) Prompt: trapped."

From [community profile] dailyprompt: "life and liberty".

A double up on [community profile] kink_bingo - O-1 - possession/marking - from my card.

An excuse to use a new icon from [livejournal.com profile] djinni

And in the Harem sub-setting of Tir na Cali. (all that for 500 words!!)


“‘… among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.’”

Stephen was talking to himself when Ursula came into her suite. She’d left the manor for a couple days, her ostensible purpose a meeting at the Agency but her side goal giving him a little time to get used to the room and the idea of being hers.
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aldersprig: (AylaSmile)
Day 25 of 30 days of Fiction: "26) Write a personalized rejection letter for the YA novel 'Sparkle Lust.'"

This is an in-joke of sorts off of the Addergoole setting; one might wonder why, of everyone, you never see Ardell's Change...



Dear Ardell Drake:

Thank you for submitting your novel “Sparkle Lust” for consideration. However, we are not interested in publishing it at this time for several reasons.

Firstly, although you billed this as YA, and I acknowledge that the main characters are, indeed, teenagers throughout most of the story, the subject matter is uncomfortably dark even for jaded adults.
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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (aldersprig)
Day 25 of 30 days of Fiction: "25) Prompt: noir style."

Dragons Next Door setting


It had been a long, grey, gritty day by the time the little man walked into my office. Cleaning floors is never a fun time, and, let me tell you, cleaning blood off of floors just adds a fine red mist to your entire day. Blood and soccer mud, well, there isn’t a dame in town that won’t tell you that’s the worst.

So there I was, up to my elbows in dirty water, tired of it all, with the stink of blood in my nose, when the little man strode in like he owned the place. My place, I might add.

“Someone stole my truck!” he declared. The boy could put on a sob story with the best of them, let me tell you, alligator tears and wide-eyed innocence. “It was Juniper! You have to stop her!”
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