aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
 Written to Thnidu’s commissioned continuation of Down to Talen Hall

🌕

Do not go by the TalenHall
Where ruined Talen’s Holdings Lie

🌕
My sisters dance by Talen Hall
Where ruined Talen’s Holdings lie.
My aunts and cousins, once in thrall,
Sing taunting songs to pale moonlight. 

They were not my sisters, and yet they were.

My sister stood off to the side, an iron firepoker in her hand.  She’d grown while I was gone, and grown again in the time I’d been back.  She was a woman.

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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
Written to Anke's prompt. 

🐉

When you spend your time trying to learn as much as possible about the other people around you and working on finding the best in all of them - sometimes by viewing them by your cultural standards, sometimes by theirs, sometimes by some neutral third party - and then you find them using a kind of casual racism against creatures you think of as being the same as them, you tend to find yourself a little shocked or, if you are like me, a little stupefied.

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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
My Giraffe (Zebra) Call is open!

Written to Inspector Caracalprompt.

Set after Addergoole Year 10 but before the 2011 apocalypse. 

🦌

There were tourists in the bar again, the sort of people that made what was normally a pleasant place feel like the back of the locker room.   Nathan

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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
This was meant to be a comment fic like thus after this comment by Kelkyag, but it turned out a wee bit long. So... bonus ficlet?

After (Before) The Empire Falls, the Emperor Stands.


👑

The young son-of-the-Emperor (they were all sons of the Emperor, although their fathers were all several years dead) waited until two of his cousins were making an appropriate fuss and two more seemed to have decided to climb the bookshelves all the way to the top.

There were seven nursemaids for the lot of them, but, from the things the nurses said when they thought their young charges weren’t listening, there were more of them, the sons, then there had been in recent memory — “recent” in Hildeh’s case and Galleh’s, at least, being a number that stretched back quite some time — and the bureaucracy that funded their employment did not seem inclined to send them any more help.

This particular son — whose name, like easily half of his brothers, was Eranodi, after Eroni, the first Emperor — was glad for the overwork and the subsequent distraction, because it gave him a freedom he was fairly certain young Emperor’s-sons were not supposed to have.

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aldersprig: (blizzarded)
My Giraffe (Zebra) Call is open!

Written to sauergeek ‘s prompt.

❄️

It seemed like summer had left the door open and autumn was sneaking in. Xarissa threw on a coat and went outside to pull in her plants.  The weather ap was calling for a hard frost tonight - never mind that it was

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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
Happy Monday, guys! My Giraffe (Zebra) Call is still going strong:

Here on Wordpress and Here on Dreamwidth.

Tell your friends! Tell your enemies, especially if they like fiction! Tell your dog, especially if he has a Paypal account :-)

Speaking of telling people, the Signal Boost

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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
My Giraffe (Zebra) Call is open!

Written to kelkyag‘s prompt.

🐇

At forty, Gemma considered herself to be relatively practical.

She’d put aside the ridiculousness of her teens and the experimentation of her twenties.  She had staid hobbies and a staid job and, to be quite honest, staid

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aldersprig: (AylaWorried)
This story is part of the Addergoole: The Original Series backstory/Sidestory

It comes after Loose Ends and Tying Off; if you are following Addergoole: a Ghost Story, Shad and Meesh are Abednego's older brothers, Eris and Joff's former Keepers, and all around bad guys.

It is written to chanter_greenie's prompt.

🔒

Shadrach had last track of how many times they’d gone through this.  Keeper, Kept, Keeper, Kept.  They went through whole months where they were both as gentle as they knew how, hoping the next month would be kind back to them.  They went through seasons where they were rough, violent, nasty.  He’d almost died at least four times.  He’d almost killed Meshach at least twice.

Once, Professor VanderLinden, Professor Solomon, and Professor Pelletier had taken turns living with them for two months.  It had made those two months very tense, but it hadn’t fixed anything.

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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
My Giraffe (Zebra) Call Is Open!

Written to lilfluff‘s prompt.  Definitely a beginning.  

🍁


“I don’t see why I should step down.  Everyone knows Winter is evil.”

There were four seasons and four courts.  There had always been, as long as the words went back and before that

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aldersprig: (AldersGrove)
Written to rix_scaedu‘s prompt.  

🍁


The leaves were turning wrong.

When you lived in a wooded area for a while, you got so you could feel the rhythm of autumn. The leaves closest to the road, closest to the prevailing wind, closest to anything that chilled them down, turned first.  The biggest trees turned slower.  The middle of the woods turned slow and last.

But in the forest behind Erato’s house, there was an almost circular place where the leaves had starting turning quickly, almost before the little maple that faced the wind all alone to the west of her house.  

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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
Good morning everyone!

(or good afternoon, good evening, good night)

It’s Day Two of my Giraffe (Zebra) Call, and it’s looking to be a good one!

Check out the Call for prompts, read the stories I’ve already posted, and, if you haven’t left a prompt, go and leave some.

I’ll be here, writing about falling leaves :-D

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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
My Giraffe (Zebra) Call is open!

Written to clare_dragonfly's prompt.  It wandered a bit from the prompt...

"Talen" is a (backhanded) homage to someone who will likely never read this...  And obviously the poem/song in this is an homage to 

O I forbid you, maidens all, 
That wear gold in your hair,
To come or go by Carterhaugh,
For young Tam Lin is there.

🌕

Do not go by the TalenHall
Where ruined Talen's Holdings Lie


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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
My Giraffe (Zebra) Call is open!

Written to ysabetwordsmith‘s prompt.


🛋️

Every payday, Edrio very carefully opened the Sears catalog and very carefully placed an order.

It wasn't always Sears; it wasn't always a catalog.  Sometimes it was Penny's, although their catalog wasn't as

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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
Leave a comment here if you've signal boosted my Giraffe (Zebra) Call !

Each signal boost will get another 100 words.

🍁

It was the first day of the Faire, and it was, as luck would have it, a rainy day, chilly, and thus mostly attended by the locals, the die-hards, and people who had

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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
My Giraffe (Zebra) Call is open!

Written to alexseanchai's prompt.

👑

The problem with mad kings wasn’t so much the madness part, Iounia thought, as it was the shifting of the madness.

The only sign she’d had that she’d fallen out of favor with the king was a slight shift in his giggle.  If she hadn’t watched Maia be dispensed with the month before after just such a slight shift - and before that Abri, and before that Martia - she might not have known it was time to leave.  

But Iounia was known for her sharp eyes and her attention to detail, which was what had brought her to the mad king’s attention in the first place, what had sat her at his feet as his adviser, and what had led her to stop by Nueva’s room and suggest quietly that she might want to get while the getting was good.

Nueva made long-term plans.  Nueva was really, really good at long-term plans. Dessie was really good at making do with almost nothing.  Between the three of them - because Nueva’s plan had led to grabbing Dessie on the way out - they had gotten out of the palace without a hitch.  They had gotten out of the city without a hitch.

And now, rather to Iounia’s surprise - although she should have seen it coming - they were planning a rebellion.

“Not exactly a rebellion,” Dessie demurred, as they sat in an abandoned barn, cooking rats over a fire.  “More of a housecleaning.  Let the Mad King keep his crown.  We’re just going to - ah.  Work around him.”

“Why let him keep his crown?” Nueva countered.  “Why not let the crown sit on an empty throne?”

“An empty throne invites someone to sit on it.  A madman on the throne invites people to stay away.”

“Let him give orders.”  Iounia understood the plan now.  “And let him believe his orders have been carried out.  Meanwhile, the rest of the country can get on with - well, with being a country.”

Safe in his underground chamber, surrounded by his crowns, the Mad King never did learn that he had fallen out of favor.


 

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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
My Giraffe (Zebra) Call is open!

Written to @dahob's prompt.




It was the day past the Autumnal Equinox, and the Emperor wasn’t dead.

The Rothenkill Empire, a wide-spanning mass of bureaucrats, generals, courtiers, financiers, farmers, and clerks, waited with their collective breaths held.

The servants of the Emperor moved slowly and carefully, as if their heads might fall off if they went about their tasks too quickly, or if they said the wrong thing.

Everyone was waiting.  Everyone was confused.  And almost everyone was worried.

In the Rothenkill Empire, it was said that the Emperors fell with the leaves.  And, like leaves, it was known that sometimes, the Emperors needed a little push, a helpful shove.

So where was the shove?

“This is nor normal,” complained the Chief Financier in charge of budgets. “What are we going to do?  Someone should do something.”

“Someone has to do something,” complained the Head Bureaucrat in charge of law distribution, re-writing, and deletion.

“Won’t someone do something?” pleaded the General of the Imperial Armies.  “He’s starting to give orders that make sense and can’t be ignored!  What are we going to do if we can’t ignore him?”

The Emperor, snug on his throne, pretended he could hear none of this.  He hadn’t ascended to the Poison Throne by looking or acting particularly bright, after all.  None of his predecessors had, either, not in decades, possibly not in centuries.

“The problem is,” muttered a person serving as a handmaiden, “nobody remembers how.”  Her grandmother had once helped off three emperors in a row, but that had been when you got a class of emperor that sometimes needed a shove.  “And with this one, I’m not going to risk it.”

And the Emperor smiled as the empire - the mass of functionaries that had killed his father, his grandfather, and countless of his various uncles and cousins - began to crumble under its own confusion.

 

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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)

It’s time for a Zebra Call, which is a special black-and-white and stripey version of a Giraffe Call.

 

The theme for the month is Autumn, Autumn (Roundtree)*, Fall, and Falling

There’s a longer post about what this call is for [here]. The short version is: We’re redoing our bathroom and the cabinets I really, really want cost $700 more than our budget.

If you’re interested in Giraffe Calls in general, check out the Giraffe Call: Call tag [here].

Leave a prompt (or several), get a short fic written. 

Tip and get TWO fics written and 100 words/$1.50 tipped

Join my Patreon and get TWO fics written. 

My goal is $500 between new Patreon Patrons and tips (Counting each $1 of Patreon-age as $3)

For every $50 in tips, I will choose a prompter at random and write another story to their prompts (so leave lots of prompts!)

For every multiple of 5 Patreon Patrons we reach (30, 35, 40…) I will do the same. 

Milestones for this Call

$25 – Take-out!  Which is useful, because we don’t have a kitchen sink right now.

$50 – Second fic written to a randomly-chosen prompter

$75 – We get the awesome zebra shower curtain instead of the pretty-neat shower curtain

$100 – Second fic written to a randomly-chosen prompter (and so on at every $X50)

$125 – New towels!  All the new towels!

$150 – Second fic written to a randomly-chosen prompter

$200 – This fic is written to a randomly-chosen tipper or Patron

$300 – we can get the slightly-less-cool second-choice cabinets

$400 – This fic is written to a randomly-chosen tipper or Patron

$450 – Everyone who prompts can choose a story to add another 200 words to.

$500 – New Awesome Cabinets, thank you!

I encourage you to leave as many prompts as you feel like.

Prompts can be general (The Year Autumn Didn’t Come) or specific (Autumn Roundtree deals with Tattercoats); they can be in extant universes of mine (no fanfic please) or in something entirely new.

I also encourage – nay, request! – you to signal boost this far and wide, and to that end, for every signal boost, I will write 100 words of the signal boost story.

Prompt away!


so Autumn Roundtree is a character in my Stranded World setting. I was originally going to use the runner-up in my Patreon Theme Poll as the theme for this Zebra Call, but there was no clear winner, just a 3-way tie between settings.  But Stranded was one of those settings…

 
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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)

All right, it’s time for a Zebra Call!


 

When I first started my Giraffe Calls, they were to help defray the costs of the super-awesome giraffe carpet that I wanted  – and got!  – for the bedroom of our then-new(-to-us) house. The idea was that we would get the bedroom done “enough” to look finished, and then no matter what else we were working on, we could lay down at night and rest because the bedroom was done.

Hey, it worked, more or less.

Now we’re doing the bathroom!  And it’s going to be black, grey, and white, mostly white, and since we already have a giraffe toilet paper holder (because giraffes), we want a zebra shower curtain…

No, I’m not holding a whole prompt call to finance a shower curtain.  But it’s nicer than Cabinet Call.

You see, I have fallen in love with a certain door style and the nature of the bathroom dictates a certain (non-particle-board) carcass style and… that ends up $700 over our cabinet budget.  I can cover $200 of that on current Patreon rates (3 months, or the length of this renovation).

We ripped out the “linen cabinet” that existed because

a) the face frame & doors went up to the former ceiling, 6’8″, and the cabinet itself went all the way up to the new/oldest ceiling, 8’4″

b) The doors were in bad shape, chipped, and worn.

c) the vent for the toilet was letting out in the top of the cabinet

d) the awful old drywall went under, over, and behind the old cabinet, and it was nailed to it.

And we removed the old (really ugly) vanity and replaced it with a pedestal sink last year, which opened up the place a huge amount, but poof, storage gone.

So we’re going to get two cabinets, one a linen cabinet (full height, to replace the one we ripped out) and one a wall cabinet above the toilet.

And I really, really want the pretty doors with a ( arch at the top to match the door we bought to put in as a bathroom entrance door – which is going to be a pocket door!   – but the nice doors only come on the nicer cabinets.

So!  Time for a Zebra Call.

aldersprig: (Science!)
Written to kelkyag's prompt.
🔬
The pay at the Lab was really good, and the benefits were literally unbelievable.

Jess reminded herself of that whenever she started feeling like she needed a Henchman t-shirt or an old lion-tamer’s ship and chair.   She had two kids of her own and a niece at home; the Lab gave them a place to live that was probably the most secure three-bedroom house on the planet, had a top-notch school, and paid Jess enough that she could take them all on a really good vacation every year.

Which she needed, because right now she was supervising a slap-fight between two interns who just happened to be handling vials of what she thought was probably a neurotoxin. 

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aldersprig: (Ciara)
Written to sauergeek's prompt, in a 'verse that I just created.  

🏃



Defekisal was running.

This was not an actually common experience in Kisal’s life, because when you did things right, you didn’t have to run.

But luck had not been with Kisal today, and so it was time for pounding

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aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
Written to clare_dragonfly's prompt. Doug is a character from Addergoole (The Original Serial), Addergoole: Year Nine, and the current Addergoole: a Ghost Story.



Doug was not a Mara; he was not one of the pure-blooded Warriors, the Protectors of the fae.

He had been aware of that since

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Prompts!

Aug. 28th, 2017 09:51 am
aldersprig: (Pterry)
Ooookay, Random Emoji Generator, this is gonna be an interesting one...

Okay, I would like to write more one-offs, people would like to read more one-offs, and I would lke to play with more concepts of the sort.

So...

Taking prompts on the theme of


💂💪🏾🤸


Guards, Strength, Athletics!



There will be another prompt of random Emoji once I finish prompts for this one!

Support the Thorne-Author


Leave as many prompts as you want. I will write to at least one for each person, between now and, say, the end of September.

For ever $1 tipped, I will write 75-100 more words of the story of your choice.

Tip Goals:

30 Patreon Patrons - one extra story written total
$20 in tips - I get take-out and write another story
$50 in tips - everyone gets another story written and I get towels for the bathroom we're renovating.
$75 - I choose four more prompters at random to write another story for.
$100 - Everyone gets another story written AND I get the awesome Zebra shower curtain for the bathroom.

Find Me?

Aug. 23rd, 2017 05:16 pm
aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
Written to kelkyag's prompt. 

🌱

She had a lot of earth to work with.

Estella had walked half a day in each direction and not seen another living human.

She’d found more than a few who weren’t alive anymore, and done what she could for them as she went, wondering all the while why she had been left alive when nobody else seemed to have.

The radio made static and sometimes a whimper, but nothing she could consider company.  The power was still running, more or less, but the TV was showing Please Standby on all stations and the internet - well, it was there, but she found only bots on twitter and only advertisements on Facebook.  Reddit was a ghost town. Imgur’s last photos were of The Event - dozens, hundreds of photos, and then nothing.  Not even a downvote. 

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EAT ME

Aug. 22nd, 2017 12:26 pm
aldersprig: (Shooting star)
Two takes on sauergeek's prompt, and continuing to work out the kinks in cross-posting

🌿

None of the plants in Addergoole’s grotto were, technically, toxic.  That is, they might cause you to have convulsions, visions, insomnia, narcolepsy, or possibly just a warm and fuzzy feeling, but they would not kill you — or, at least, they wouldn’t kill an ordinary human or Ellehemaei child.  Some of the Changes, normal air would kill them, and Valentina could not speak for her plant life in those cases.

She enjoyed encouraging experimentation and enjoyed more watching the results of the experimentation.  After all, every plant in the grotto was the result of“hey, what happens if…?” — Hers and Laurel Valerian’s, mostly, although students other staff had put in their ideas from time to time.  Isabella Even-hand in the kitchen had the most brilliant ideas.  Most of her plants lived up in the orchard or the sunlight gardens, but there were a couple, including the Angry Peach, that deserved their place in the grotto — and made the most aggressive desserts.

“Hey.”  One spikey-haired first-year student flopped down on the soft moss next to another first-year, lanky and dark-clad and serious-looking.  “Have you tried chewing on the purple leaves?  They make sort of a tingling feeling, and then you just don’t feel anything at all for a while.”

Emotional numbness, Valentina wrote, in her unseen perch up in a prickly-pear tree. She’d been growing the purple-leafed plant for its bark and the bast fibers in its stem.

“Don’t feel anything at all?  Sounds better than those yellow berries.  Give it here.”

Long-term effects?  She’d have to keep an eye on these two.

🥗

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DRINK ME

Aug. 21st, 2017 08:51 pm
aldersprig: (Science!)
Written to [personal profile] clare_dragonfly's prompt.


Caroline’s adviser liked to leave her notes.

She almost never saw Dr. Comey. There was the big lecture on Mondays and the team meeting on Wednesdays, of course, and then sometimes there was the all-department meetings, which Dr. Comey sometimes deigned to attend, but the Dr. - who was so old the legend said that when they’d rebuilt the faculty wing of Ivy Hall, they’d just picked up Dr. Comey’s office and built the new building around it - preferred to work in late nights and early mornings, and Caroline’s schedule was such that she worked in the lab generally late mornings and late afternoons.

But Dr. Comey would leave her notes: combine experiment A with experiment B. Note results. Ask Sally to enter request for life test subjects again.

All Dr. Comey’s administrative help were “Sally.” The current one - Crystal - confided that they took it like a title, “Current Sally for Dr. Comey,” and took no offense from it.
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Cross posted here: http://www.lynthornealder.com/2017/08/22/drink-me/ on Wordpress

Prompts!

Aug. 18th, 2017 01:37 pm
aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
Okay, I would like to write more one-offs, people would like to read more one-offs, and I would lke to play with more concepts of the sort.

So...

Taking prompts for one day on the theme of

👩🏼‍🔬
🔬
⚗️

Science, discovery, EUREKA!



There will be another prompt of random Emoji once I finish prompts for this one!

Support the Thorne-Author


Leave as many prompts as you want. I will write to at least one for each person, between now and, say, the end of September.

For ever $1 tipped, I will write 75-100 more words of the story of your choice.

Tip Goals:

30 Patreon Patrons - one extra story written total
$20 in tips - I get take-out and write another story
$50 in tips - everyone gets another story written and I get towels for the bathroom we're renovating.
$75 - I choose four more prompters at random to write another story for.
$100 - Everyone gets another story written AND I get the awesome Zebra shower curtain for the bathroom.
aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
Welcome to my summer giraffe Call!

The theme today is "Green Thumbs"

Please feel free to leave as many prompts as come to your mind!

You may prompt whether or not you prompted in round one.

I will write a short flash fiction or the beginning of a story (approx 150-300 words) for the first twelve prompters who post their prompts within the next 48 hours.

I will start posting stories around 8:30 a.m. Eastern time and continue until I run out of prompters/until 9:30 p.m., and then pick up again tomorrow morning with whatever's left.


I'll write a second (or more) story for you if:
  • You tip or pledge to my patreon
  • You are a new prompter - don't forget to tell me!
  • Your signal boost brings in a new prompter

If you qualify for a second-plus story, I will also waive the twelve-prompter limit and the 48-hour limit for you.

Please remember to tell me if you are a new prompter, AND what/who brought you to this Giraffe Call!
If your Paypal or Patreon account name does not match your posting/prompting account name, please remember to leave a note letting me know you tipped/pledged.

Any tip you leave will buy you more words, at my reduced Giraffe Call rate of $5/300 words.


In Addition, if I receive $25 in tips, $10 in new Pledges, or 10 new followers between LiveJournal and Dreamwidth - or a combination thereof - I will run the Giraffe Call for a third day, with a third theme, and a third chance to prompt! The prompt options for tomorrow are currently tied at "Impossible Ideas" and "Summer ritual celebrations."

aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
The $25 tip/commission level was reached!

There will be a second day of prompts with a second prompt theme!

I will open the prompt call on 7/5/2016 at 9 p.m. and keep it open for 24 hours, or until I have reached 12 prompters (with the same caveats for donors, new prompters, and those whose signal boost brings in new prompters as before).

If you don't think you'll make it, drop me a line now and I'll hold you a slot.

The theme will be....

Well, if you haven't voted in the theme poll yet, please stop in http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1129688.html and vote. Right now, it's a 3-way tie.

Yay!

aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
Welcome to my summer giraffe Call!

The theme today is "When the best answer is FIRE"

Please feel free to leave as many prompts as come to your mind!

The Prompt Call is now closed to everyone except: tippers, new Patreons, people who have never
prompted in a Giraffe Call of mine before, and people whose signal boost brought me a new person. However, if we cross a combined new friend/new Patron/tip threshold by 9 p.m. 6/27, there will be a second day of prompt-calling with a new theme!


I will write a short flash fiction or the beginning of a story (approx 150-300 words) for the first twelve prompters who post their prompts within the next 24 hours.

I will start posting stories around 7:30 a.m. Eastern time and continue until I run out of prompters/until 9:30 p.m., and then pick up again tomorrow morning with whatever's left.


I'll write a second (or more) story for you if:
  • You tip or pledge to my patreon
  • You are a new prompter - don't forget to tell me!
  • Your signal boost brings in a new prompter

If you qualify for a second-plus story, I will also waive the twelve-prompter limit and the 24-hour limit for you.

Please remember to tell me if you are a new prompter, AND what/who brought you to this Giraffe Call!
If your Paypal or Patreon account name does not match your posting/prompting account name, please remember to leave a note letting me know you tipped/pledged.

Any tip you leave will buy you more words, at my reduced Giraffe Call rate of $5/300 words.


In Addition, if I receive $25 in tips, $10 in new Pledges, or 10 new followers between LiveJournal and Dreamwidth - or a combination thereof - I will run the Giraffe Call for a second day, with a second theme, and a second chance to prompt! The prompt options for tomorrow are currently tied at "Green Thumbs," "Impossible Ideas," and "Summer ritual celebrations."

aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
There will be a one-plus day Giraffe Call on Monday, June 27th!
(beginning with 24 hours and going forward as per tips, signal boosts, and new follows).

This call will need one or more themes!

Poll #17531 Summer Giraffe Call Theme Poll
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 14


What themes would you like and prompt for?

View Answers

Love, Lust, and Obsession
4 (28.6%)

Drama Queens & Divas
2 (14.3%)

Green Thumbs
8 (57.1%)

Impossible Ideas
8 (57.1%)

Senses (including senses beyond/other than the best-known 5)
7 (50.0%)

Plants and a plant approach to growth
7 (50.0%)

When the best answer is FIRE
9 (64.3%)

Underwater Exploration
5 (35.7%)

Summer ritual celebrations
8 (57.1%)

The end of a dying town
3 (21.4%)

What's on the other side of...?
5 (35.7%)

Freaks, Geeks, and passing-normals
7 (50.0%)

Independance, freedom, and the lack thereof
4 (28.6%)

Are you likely to prompt in a prompt call?

View Answers

Yes
4 (33.3%)

No
0 (0.0%)

Squeak
4 (33.3%)

Maybe
4 (33.3%)



Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] rix_scaedu, [personal profile] alatefeline, and [livejournal.com profile] sauergeek for theme ideas!
aldersprig: (KinkBingo2)
Written to [personal profile] clare_dragonfly's suggestion of a continuation for this piece, written for the Dungeon and Cave call in 2014.

"Babe, I'm strong enough for whatever you want." He could taste the beer on his belch. Could she smell it?

She wrinkled her nose. Yes. And no; she shook her head. "I don't think you are."

The woman walked away from Craig, the turn of her heel dismissing him. Craig let out a breath slowly, as inaudibly as he could, and did not turn to watch her.

Still, even through the noise of the bar, he could hear Rick's answer. Maybe Rick was. Maybe Rick would walk out the other side intact. Craig didn't know. He barely knew Rick to talk sports with him, much less...

...well, there were things you didn't talk about with your buddies, and there were things you didn't talk about at all. That lesson, Craig hadn't needed to learn the hard way.

With any luck, there'd only be the one lesson he'd had to learn hard: When a certain kind of woman thinks about challenging you...

...don't let it get to the challenge. Don't even let it get to the thinking, if you can avoid it. Be pitiful, be lamentable, be ridiculous. But don't let her challenge you.

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Written to Kuro-Neko's commissioned continuation of Survival, of Fae Apoc, sometime in late 2011/early 2012.

Three, two... “Are you saying...” Ross Wetherschilde spoke slowly, as if not quite wanting to get to the end of his sentence. “...that there is a ‘fae’ onboard this life raft?”

“Of course that’s what she’s freaking saying, you freaking nincompoop!” Tanya Jones spoke fast enough for three Ross Wetherschildes. “The question is, how does she know! And who?”

“I think it’s obvious, don’t you?” Yonrit thought she knew every voice on the raft, but this one made her open her eyes: small, sardonic, and very quiet. Aah, the slender woman who had barely spoken since the crash, of course. “There’s one way to know for certain that someone is fae.”

She met Yonrit’s eyes; Yonrit didn’t look away. Around them, the conversation seemed to roil and bubble.

“...stab ‘em with rowan, that’s how!”

“Iron, you hang a horseshoe on your doorway.”
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aldersprig: (Shahin)
Written to [personal profile] jeriendhal's prompt here to my Giraffe Call.

Aiden is the grandson of Shahin and Emrys from
Addergoole, via their son and daughter Morganna and Arturo. So when he thinks about his grandparents, ah, there's only two of them. (And only three great-grandparents).

Year 53 or so of the Addergoole School, 2047


The problem with leaving the family business, Aiden was discovering, was that it didn't really leave you.

He was trying, trying very hard, to be a good guy. Which, he supposed, his mother and grandmother and so on had as well, but let's be honest, his grandparents were the sort of people who would take over a city for its own good and take ten percent off the top for living expenses and wardrobe before they worried about the starving children in the streets.

Aiden was trying not to be that person.
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aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
Written to [personal profile] inventrix's prompt here to my Giraffe Call!

This is at least in part due to watching Far Too Much Venture Brothers and contemplating a semi-Venture-Brothers-style webserial recently.


"Well?" Dragonfly looked around her minions. "Did you do it right this time?"

One of the more nervous minions stepped forward. Faceless in her smooth mask, featureless in her robe-and-loose-pants, the minion's glove held her only identification. Seventy-two.

It had been a very bad year for henchwomen.

"She fell off the edge of Tanaron Cliff, ma'am. She doesn't have flight powers, she doesn't have super-science. She's dead."

Dragonfly sighed. "Take me there." When they hesitated, she raised her voice. "Take me there!" The problem with henchwomen was that you either ended up with smart ones that betrayed you or loyal ones that just weren't fast enough. "Come on. Let me see the place where she fell off the cliff."

She was going to have to run Henchwoman Training School again, she could see. If this particular group survived their own mistakes.

~

"She's gone! That blight on the face of femininity is dead!" The Matriarch did not often engage in ranting or raving, but she felt the situation deserved it this time. "She will never survive the death trap; nobody ever has."

"Um, ma'am?" One of her perfectly-clad minions bowed cautiously. "The death trap is empty, ma'am."

The Matriarch hissed. "Well, then, fix the problem! What happened to her?"

"I, ah, I'm not certain, ma'am. But we did find three of your Techniors naked and unconscious in the observation room by the death trap."

The Matriarch hissed. "Next time, next time I'm going to put a bullet through her myself. No matter how male that might be."

~

The Firebrand brought up the giant fireball that was her namesake power and most favorite trick. She flooded the room - the room which had one exit, which she was blocking - with her superheated flame.

When the flames died away, the room was empty, without even a charred bone remaining. She was gone. Dead. Eliminated.

~

"Well." She pulled another, identical, super-suit from the closet and dusted off the charred remains of her last one. "Note to self," she called to her computer. "Check up on the Matriarch next week. That death trap has to be completely dismantled before some other schmoe falls into it. And then send Dragonfly a sympathy card. She really ought to have better henchwomen."
aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
Written to [livejournal.com profile] dahob's prompt to my Giraffe Call!

Set in the world of Fae Apoc, sometime in late 2011/early 2012.

Day five. They were beginning to run low on supplies, no matter how carefully Yonit parceled everything out. Carl had a massive cut running down his calf, and it gotten infected, despite all of their care. They had spent the last four days complaining about the fae, wishing them all dead, and pacing the tiny, cramped life boat.

A massive fight between someone calling themselves Llŷr and someone who claimed to be Poseidon had swamped the Atalus in the middle of a trans-oceanic trip. Yonit had been one of twenty-two people who had made it into this lifeboat; they'd lost radio contact with the other boats two days ago.

And now - now they were running low on supplies, and the bitching about the fae was getting worse, and Carl had a fever. She'd done what she could in whispers and muttering, but there was no privacy in the little tube of a boat, and she needed to be able to concentrate.

"I guess," Carl muttered, sounding half-delirious, "you guys will have to eat me first. I hear the heart's good eating. Save that for the women."

Yonit swallowed hard. "Would you guys..." She was going to die. She was going to die one way or the other. Maybe she could manage to save them. "Would you rather be... be reduced to cannibalism? Or would you rather be on the boat with a fae? 'Cause, um... some fae have the ability to make food. And water."

She closed her eyes and waited for the shouting to start.



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aldersprig: (flower aldersprig)
Written to Anke's tweeted prompt: "building a shelter in the wilderness".

This follows: Nila & Tros' Introduction, A New Flower, and Outnumbered. I don't write about these guys very often <.<

Despite being Fae Apoc, no warnings apply.


The four of them had been walking for a while. To hear Nila's son Allan tell it, they had been walking forever. Finally, they had come into the mountains proper, into places which had been, before the war, relatively uninhabited.

It had been over four days since they could see the city at all, and longer than that since they could hear it. They were moving slowly, but they were moving, and after the first attackers, people were, for the most part, leaving them alone. Perhaps it showed, on their faces, that they'd stand for no threat to the children. Perhaps they just looked too poor to bother. Nila wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
Written to [livejournal.com profile] lilfluff's prompt here to my Giraffe Call!

Set in the world of Fae Apoc, sometime in late 2011/early 2012.

Mossliden's spine was twitching. Her hands twitching. Her wings were twitching. But she raised her chin and very carefully held the white flag visible.

The Ashanevai were camped in a small, inaccessible cavern, very defensible and almost impossible to sneak up on. Mossliden approved, and she was not trying, at the moment, to sneak anywhere, but it still made her very uncomfortable.

A bearded man - humans would probably think him about 50, because he had grey in hair and beard and lines on his face - stopped her. "I know you."
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aldersprig: (Shooting star)
Written to [livejournal.com profile] ellenmillion's prompt here to my Giraffe Call!


The trip had been, by turns, terrifying, nauseating, and strange, but, stuck in the cargo hold, there had been nothing they could do but wait it out. The door to the rest of the ship did not open from the inside, and the food was delivered via a very well-designed dumbwaiter that would not move upwards if laden with more than it had come down with.

The measures that had been designed to keep involuntary passengers under control very likely saved their life when the freighter encountered trouble. The first they knew of it was the sound like metal screaming and the sudden sensation of moving very quickly in the wrong direction.
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aldersprig: (lock and key)
Written to [livejournal.com profile] rix_scaedu‘s prompt here, and in re. a conversation [livejournal.com profile] cluudle & I were having about BDSM AU’s.

New/unnamed ‘verse.


What do you do when you’re being hunted?(8)

Aisleigh was making spaghetti and meatballs when she found the boy in her cupboard.

He was skinny, probably too skinny, and he was staring at her with wide, terrified eyes. He’d probably thought he was safe in the canning pantry. Certainly, everything in there had enough dust on it.

“What are you--” She dropped her voice as she heard the unmistakable sounds of the Force outside. Working on an instinct she hadn’t had to use in a long time, she closed the pantry door, taking only the tomato sauce she’d been looking for.

The Force was moving from door to door. She could hear their radios, the hearty chatter that was half-casual, half-intimidation, the way their boots hit on the sidewalk. Her hands were shaking; she reminded herself, carefully, that she was a legal citizen now. That she obeyed the law, paid her taxes, and owned her home outright. There was very little the Force could do to her, and she had cameras installed on her front and back door and the large windows, just to be sure they remembered that.
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