aldersprig: (Tairiekie)
http://itsamellama.dreamwidth.org/96968.html

Okay, so I was thinking - the last giraffe call (http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/819607.html) made enough for an art!

And Mel has art options in her tipping thresholds.

Sooo... there's a lot of "more please" stories that came out of this Call. Ideas? I was thinking either the young princeling/his older Mentor; the ace prince & his ace rescuer, or the princess with her Very Very Angry Captive


http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/tag/giraffecall
aldersprig: (BookGlasses)
...that I had both a new prompter and a new donor for this last Giraffe Call!

That means you-all get TWO new pieces of setting information, which, of course, after FebCreate may not be the most startling thing, but um... these are longer?

So!

What setting would you like to know more about?

And what would you like to know?
aldersprig: a woman's face and neck, a chain wrapped round her neck (kinkbingo)
Magic Items in the Faerie Apocalypse World

In the Addergoole series, two magical collars have shown up to date: Conrad's, originally worn by Carter, and Garfunkel's, originally worn by Sylvia. They were created in two different ways, which nicely indicate the different sorts of magical items in Fae Apoc: Carter/Conrad's by Working, and Gar/Sylvia's by an innate.

The Thorne Girls created Carter's collar to respond to a certain emotional state (Hugr) and vocal volume (Kwxe) with an electrical shock (Hiko); they did this in a complex multi-part Working using Words that they had, in conjunction with Unutu (Worked things) which each of them also had as a Word. I.e., a Thorne with Hugr would lay down a working, and then one with Kwxe, and so on.

This sort of complex team Working takes time, energy, and the ability to work as a team, something the three Thornes had in spades. If a single person were to do a Working like this, they would need to possess all the Words to create a long-term if-then sort of thing (If the target's Hugr reads snotty, then zap Hiko If it reads actively antagonistic,, then ZAP Hiko). It would obviously take more energy, as well.
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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
I had a new donor this Giraffe Call!!

This means you get a "nonfiction" (i.e. worldbuilding) piece about the setting of your choice.

Choices?
aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
Better late than never.

Gifts of the Giraffe, an e-book compilation of the December 2011 Giraffe Call, is now available in pdf.

(If you have a good program you have used for converting to epub, please let me know).

If you donated to the December 2011 or January 2012 Giraffe Call (if you don't remember, and I don't fault you that, I have records), or if you have donated $50 or more to Giraffe Calls in the time between then and now, this .pdf is free for the asking.

If you have not donated, it is available for $1.33.





aldersprig: (Shahin)
After:
Toy Soldiers
With Friends Like These...,
Cleaning Up and
this scrap (http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/398701.html)


"Why swords?" Ty lounged - there was nothing else to call it - on Shahin's bed, watching her as she prepared herself for battle once again. "It's not like you don't know what guns are. It's not like you couldn't get someone to Meen... damnit... to create them for you." It pressed both hands to its forehead as the pain of nearly disobeying an order hit.

Shahin took a moment from her preparations to stroke Ty's hair until the pained look went away. "Supply chain, primarily. And not getting jumped by other people who would like guns and don't have someone to Meentik them up."

"Supply chain?"

"If you have a gun, you need bullets. You need someone who can repair it. You need someone who can make guns, or find them, either magically or through old tech - and that takes parts, and materials, and machinery. Supply chain. A sword takes a hot enough forge and a guy with a good arm and some practice."

She made tiny circles with the tip of her weapon. "Besides, it's in my Name."

Ty laughed, although its eyes were tracking the point of the blade. "That's a good reason. You could have just said 'style,' you know."

"I have been accused of being the world's vainest warrior." Fairly, she had to admit. "But this isn't just vanity. People have guns, sure. But people have more pointed things. This sword is pushing it, really. A pitchfork would be more normal, or a machete." She tilted her head at her weapons rack, where she had examples of both. "The world is a lot more obviously violent than it used to be, and a lot more poor in manufacturing."

"I do live in the same world you do, you know." Now its pride was pricked. Shahin couldn't help but smile.

"Now you do. But until we captured you - no, I don't think you did."

Monsters
aldersprig: (HalloweenAldersprig)
“What is the Black Tower?” The dragon cocked its head to the side, narrowly missing knocking over the fence.

I blinked. The Tower has such a reputation among our people that it’s hard to remember it’s not that well known outside of the community. Even most other humans wouldn’t know what I was talking about – and I imagine the dragons handled such things in their own way. “The Black Tower is…” I resisted the impulse to end that with “…the Black Tower.” “It’s an academy of magic, considered highly prestigious but also highly dangerous. Sage attended there.”

“Ah, the Sandborn.” Zizny nodded. “We have heard of that place. On rare occasion, a young dragon will study there.”

“Yes, the Sandborn.” I’d forgotten it had a proper name.

-The Black Tower

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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Shades of Love)
This is the signal boosting story for Today's Giraffe Call.

If you have boosted, leave me a note, and I will write an additional ~50 words.


There are people who will tell you that you never know what you're getting into when you... when you anything, really. Enter High School. Go to college. Get Married. Start a new job. There's always some creep leaning over your shoulder, "Oh, you'll never know what it's like until you're there."

And of course you never believe them.
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (siblings)
This is the linkback story for the December Giraffe Call (and on LJ). If you have linked back to the giraffe call, please leave a note here to receive your additional 50 words.

Names from Fourteen Minutes



In the nation of Quottes in the time of the seventeenth ruler, the birth of twins one male and one female, was believed to be a horrible omen.

Two twins of the up-swing gender lent power to their gender. Two twins of the down-swing could be bartered, sold, or married off for even more power. But fraternal twins, a boy and girl brought into the world at the same time, stood athwart the scales and, it was said, would through everything out of balance. Their chaos gods, in this nation beneath the Quoist Mountains, were fraternal twins.

So when it was that, in the seventeenth year of the reign of the seventeenth ruler, the Queen gave birth to one boy and one girl in one pregnancy, the nation was reasonably alarmed. As went the ruler's children, so went the nation. And when every other pregnancy that year yielded the same...

Lilfluff's Signal Boost )
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Wren)
This is to [personal profile] rix_scaedu's commissioned continuation of
Love and Hospitality,
Graduation Plans,
and
Good Bones.


“No, I don’t think you understand.” Wren leaned forward over the table and tried not to pound on the table. Ladies do not throw tantrums in public. Ladies smile, and find out all their enemies’ weaknesses. Phelen had been full of good lessons. Massive control, but lots of good lessons. “We are not looking for someone who wants a nanny. We are not looking for someone who wants a mommy. We have our own children.”

“Look, if I’m going to top someone as a lifestyle, I expect them to cook and clean for me. I expect my subs to do as I tell them. That’s not being childish; that’s just the way I do things.”

He was slick as a snake and twice as scaly, although he was on the list as Faded. Nydia had gone silent next to Wren, and she understood the urge. She pursed her lips at the man.

“Then we are not interested.”
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aldersprig: (Spring)
The linkback story has been updated here with 250 words, or 5 linkbacks:

2 @lilfluff
1 Ysabet
1 Kelkyag
1 Rix

If I missed or mis-counted you, please let me know!
aldersprig: drawing of a dark-skinned young man with goat horns and a nervous expression (Jamian)
This is a continuation of The July Linkback Story by [personal profile] imaginaryfiend's request.
~
It wasn’t that far to Addergoole. It had seemed farther, on the way home, but then again, on the way home, he’d ridden in silence. Phelen and Rozen spent the ride cracking inappropriate jokes, Baram laughing along and sometimes grunting in a word or two. And, in something that was new, they talked to him, too. Included him.

Included him in everything except an explanation of what was going on. That, Rozen was keeping close to his chest. “You’ll see,” is all he’d say on that matter - and Bowen noted that, in their rather cramped motel room that night, they all made sure he slept in the middle.
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Next:
What Was Right (LJ)
aldersprig: (Summer)
For [personal profile] eseme's free 500-word continuation of Summer on the Half-Shell


“And that’s the last touches. For real this time.”

He stepped away from the painting and caught Summer as she stumbled. “Hey, you’ve been a champ. You should do this for the art classes; they pay pretty well.”

She leaned in his arms, not minding the warm or the support, or even the silly-swooning-girl feeling of him catching her. “Petie, nobody but you could get me to hold still for that long. Nobody but you could get me to hold still for more than two minutes.”

He kissed her neck, just under her ear. “Normally, having you holding still while nearly-naked is the last thing on my mind.” His arms slid up her torso, but, on automatic pilot, she deflected them.
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aldersprig: (Swirls)
For [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith's continuation of Poison, a Bug Invasion story

The symbiotes had been talking about poison.

Paula couldn't always hear everything; sometimes her symbiote shut her out. But this conversation just kept going on, so she could fill in the parts she missed easily enough.

%*&^ ...and it tastes like the nectar... ^&*%

%*&^ ...but it deteriorates their neural processes... ^&*%

%*&^ ...the HomeLand sun never left one feeling this relaxed... ^&*%

%*&^ ...too much can cause failure of the organs. It kills them. Look at this one; it is killing it. And it keeps drinking. Its symbiote should stop it. ^&*%
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aldersprig: (Rin)
For [personal profile] anke's continuation (won in the drawing in June) of The Goat-Bride.

This story is set in the early days of the Callennan life on Reiassan.


The book landed on the table with a meaty thump.

"This is not the way it will be." The Emperor of the Callentate of North Reiassannon-land, Eszhettozh, son of Emanek, stared at his second eldest grand-daughter. "This is not the way it should be."

"This is the way it has always been." His grand-daughter stared back at him, her gaze as level, her voice as firm. She set her hand on the book of their people's stories, as if to draw strength from the síra of a rock or tree.

"And this is not how it will be this time. You are my heir. Your mother and your sister and brother have died. You are the next child of my eldest daughter's loins. This is the way it is."
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aldersprig: (Rin)
This is the linkbacks, etc. incentive story for the June mini-Giraffe-Call. I will post 25 words for each linkback, 50 for each prompt, 75 for each donation.

This is set in Steam!Callenia, some 750 years after the Rin & Girey tales.


"Are you sure that's what the aetherometer reads?" Alsoonalla leaned over the seat back separating she and Teriana from the boys. "East?"

"I'm sure, Soon." Onton shook his head, shook the aetherometer, and looked back at the road. Their goats were making a fair clip on the paved roads near the city, but once they hit the mountains, it might be a different story entirely. "Due East. It's reading a deep vein of the good stuff."
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today's words )
This afternoon's words )
Rix's 1st 150 words )
Rix's 2nd 250 words )
Rix's 3rd 250 words )
Rix's 4th 300 words )
Rix's last 50 words )
aldersprig: drawing of a dark-skinned young man with goat horns and a nervous expression (Jamian)
This is the linkback incentive story for the July Giraffe Call.

Bowen et al are characters in Addergoole.

Bowen's Change (and his father's) are as sheep.





Summer after Year Five

Bowen had been home for a week when his cy'ree showed up.

It hadn't been a comfortable week, all things considered. His father had been - well, Dad. The way Dad always was, kind of sheepish.

Sheepish. Ha. He'd yelled that at him, his second night home. Bowen had been yelling a lot, since he got home. "How can you just go along with what you're told? How can you be such a goddamned part of the herd?"

And all Dad had managed was "we are what's in our nature."

Which was a pile of crap. Bowen had been mutilated by a rabbit. But he wasn't going to tell his father that. Instead, he'd shouted at him.

"Be a goddamned ram, then. Grow a pair."

They hadn't talked much since then. It was going to be a long summer if it kept on like this.
And then the doorbell rang.

At first, Bowen was afraid it was his friends from high school. He almost didn't answer the door; he didn't have anything to say to those guys. He couldn't even begin to talk about school, and he wasn't sure he wanted to talk to those morons anyway.

But the doorbell rang again, and again, like someone was mashing on the button. Grumbling, fantasising about punching Jack or Eddie or Judy or whoever it was until they stopped ringing the damn doorbell, Bowen hauled himself out of his chair and yanked the door open. "What do you... oh. It's you. Ah."
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aldersprig: (Rin)
This is the donation-level perk for the June Giraffe Call.

Callenan poetry falls into several different categories, but the largest division, describing all else, is spoken vs. written poetry.

Written poetry originated with the priesthood, and before them with the gods-chasers1 of the original Home Valley. The Callenian language, written, lends itself to artistic forms and decoration.

In the early days of the written word, the god-chasers would mark short prayer-poems, often calling out to longer spoken-poem works, onto the skin of the tribe's Riders, onto the leather of their saddles, and onto the fur of their goats. As time went on, the artistic forms became more complicated; the holy texts of Callenia are written in formed poetry.2

Spoken poetry existed long before the written, and was first used to pass on stories and lessons from one generation to the next. In the style of epics, spoken poetry tends to rely heavily on repetition, rhyme, and a strong rhythm to carry mnemonic cues.

One common form of spoken poetry, dating back to the original Tribes of the Valley and continuing even into the Steam era, is called an "around;" usually consisting of seven parts, and often of seven speakers, the poem moves "around" a cycle of life, and around the seven mountains that ringed the Home Valley.

Examples of similar works in English poetry include the country song "Don't Take the Girl3," where a repetitive chorus means something slightly new in each verse, and the children's rhyme "The Farmer in the Dell4," where each verse builds on the next.

Hear now I tell you when I last went home
The Reeve5's oldest daughter, she danced all alone
Her lover had left her, gone off to the fight
They burned up his body and gave her his knife6.
Hear now I tell you when I last went home
The Reeve's oldest daughter, she danced all alone

This poem continues for six more verses, detailing the soldier’s courtship of the Reeve’s oldest daughter, their eventual consummation, and the soldier’s inevitable return to the front.

The final verse calls back to the first verse:

Hear now I tell you, when you next return
To the Village I left, to the place I call home,
Dance with the daughter, hear of her plight.
They’ve burned up my body and sent home my knife
Hear now I tell you, when you next return
The Reeve’s oldest daughter will dance all alone.


1. The Callenan left the original gods when settling Reiassan. See http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/365239.html
2. For examples see http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/index.php?showtopic=1001
3. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don't_Take_the_Girl
4. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Farmer_in_the_Dell
5. A Reeve is the political and law-enforcing head of a small village or town, appointed by the Emperor
6. Bodies in wartime are burned, although bodies in peace-time are often buried in stone tombs. A soldier’s widow, lover, or parents would be given his war-blade as a memorial.
aldersprig: (AylaWorried)
I'm going to start the linkback story for today's Giraffe Call, so here's your chance to pick the characters I'll write about.

Tell me your favorite Addergoole characters you'd like to see in a story!
aldersprig: (Rin)
This is the donation-level perk for the June Giraffe Call. It's not done yet, but here's the first bit.

Callenan poetry falls into several different categories, but the largest division, describing all else, is spoken vs. written poetry.

Written poetry originated with the priesthood, and before them with the gods-chasers1 of the original Home Valley. The Callenian language, written, lends itself to artistic forms and decoration.

In the early days of the written word, the god-chasers would mark short prayer-poems, often calling out to longer spoken-poem works, onto the skin of the tribe's Riders, onto the leather of their saddles, and onto the fur of their goats. As time went on, the artistic forms became more complicated; the holy texts of Callenia are written in formed poetry.2

Spoken poetry existed long before the written, and was first used to pass on stories and lessons from one generation to the next. In the style of epics, spoken poetry tends to rely heavily on repetition, rhyme, and a strong rhythm to carry mnemonic cues.


1. The Callenan left the original gods when settling Reiassan. See http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/365239.html
2. For examples see http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/index.php?showtopic=1001
aldersprig: (Rin)
To [livejournal.com profile] fflox's prompt

Soon after Every Gift and Building the Wedding-House

If the demolition and construction of the new intersection, the re-construction of the former Bureau of Education building, and the presence of soon-to-be-newlyweds in said building hadn't gotten the neighbors' attention and drawn their ire, the two mechanical contrivances on the front sidewalk definitely did.

But not just ire, Katyebah was gratified to discover. People were also curious, and, more than that, people wanted to give advice. In Lannamer, heart of the Empire, heart of the Emperor's engineering corps, it was unsurprising, she supposed, that most people were front-porch engineers.

"Shouldn't that gear be turning leftwards?"

"Shouldn't you have used brass and not silver? Silver tarnishes."
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aldersprig: (Rin)
To [livejournal.com profile] fflox's prompt

Soon after Every Gift


The rebuild of their wedding-house was almost complete, which was good, since their wedding was less than a week away. All that was left were the final pieces of the roof.

The problem was, given the tight space of the street, even expanded, and the neighbors to three sides who had had enough of construction, thank you very much, a conventional crane was out of the question. Ropes and pulleys would work, and, indeed, were working, but even with a five-pulley system, the going was slow, hard, and painful. But they were doing it, Katyebah and Larzhal, with the help of a few of their closest friends.

And then Larzhal's uncle Bantas showed up with a... device, at the same time that Katybah's aunt Gelah showed up with some sort of contraption, one of them snorting steam and the other one farting smoke, glittering brass and solid iron, both making noises like a boiler that had seen better days.
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aldersprig: (Rin)
To [livejournal.com profile] fflox's prompt

Some time after Road Map




If there was one situation in everyday life where everyone seemed to have a need to get involved it was weddings.

And the problem was, in this case, Katyebah and Larzhal couldn't find a way to deny any of them.

They were providing the land for their house - not traditional, but when Katyebah and Onton had, with Larzhal's help, designed a plan to widen Lannamer's worst traffic intersections, they had necessitated the semi-demolition of several buildings. One of those lots - now holding half of a former Education Bureau facility - had been deeded to Katyebah and Onton for their service.

Onton, in a rare move of complete generosity, had gifted his half to Katyebah and Larzhal as a wedding gift (until then, they hadn't realized they were getting married, although everyone around them knew it). And the Education Bureau, grateful for the excuse to rebuild, had donated the services of their builder for a week of time.
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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
My May Giraffe Call is open (and on LJ). The theme is Origins and Creations.



For every $25 donated, I will choose at random a prompter and write an additional prompt for them.

We are $9 from the $50 level!

For the $25 level, the winner is [personal profile] becka_sutton!!


I am still taking prompts!

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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Wren)
For the February continuation poll, after Love and Hospitality (LJ) and Graduation Plans (LJ)

Addergoole has a landing page here.



There was a bouquet of flowers and a dead raccoon waiting for Wren and Nydia at their new apartment.

Nydia took care of the raccoon with a muttered Working, while Wren unpacked a vase and got the flowers set. Neither of them talked about the oddness of the gift; neither wanted to admit that they weren't sure if it was a normal sort of thing, out in the world.

Out in the world. They moved their stuff into two of the three bedrooms and didn't quite look at each other, didn't quite admit that they both wanted to crawl into a closet and hide.
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Next: Moving Foread (LJ)
aldersprig: (Evangaline)
For [personal profile] jjhunter's Prompt.

A continuation of "Tell me a Story," (LJ) and "Princesses, Knights, and the Huntsman" (LJ)

The Aunt Family has a landing page here on DW and here on LJ.


Rosaria was not surprised to see Cady coming around more and more often. When Lily's mother dropped off her handful of children to "visit Grandma," there were often a few neighborhood kids in the van as well.

This particular day, it was Cady, Lily, her two brothers, and another friend, a shy boy with old shoes that she hadn't met before, and yet felt she already knew.
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aldersprig: (DragonBaby)
For the January Giraffe Call's donor-perk continuation, after Exterminator (LJ)

The client stared at Steve, stared at the Tiny, and screamed.

She had a window-shattering caterwaul that would make stronger men than Steve wince; he sheltered the Tiny man under an insulated cup and waited for her to be done.

"Kill it," she screeched, "kill the horrid little thing, what is it, don't show it to me, no, just kill it!"

He stared at her. The Tiny stared at her. He was pretty sure the cat was staring at her. Cats did that, though. "Ma'am, this is a sentient being. Tinies are covered under the Finch-Thompson-Harris Convention."
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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
So... I have committed to record myself reading one story - I'll stretch it and say any story written for the January, February, or December Giraffe Calls under 750 words.

What would you like to hear me read?

Side note: Does anyone anyone have tips on doing those lovely text animations?
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Default)
For Friendly Anon's continuation prompt, after That Damn Cat (LJ), Bless the Cat (LJ), and Passing the Cat (LJ)

Aunt Family has a landing page here on DW and here on LJ



Elenora and The Cat regarded each other on what had been, until yesterday, Zenobia's kitchen table.

"Well," she said thoughtfully. "I have a cat." And a house, and a legacy, and a title, and perhaps a decade or two in which to enjoy it. Zenobia had hung on for a ridiculously long time, out of, as she'd admitted, spite and, Elenora suspected, just a general cussedness of character.
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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
The giraffe carpet has been installed, and I finished painting the window this weekend, so, at some point, we can actually move into our bedroom

(If you are the kind person who stealth mailed me towels from Amazon.com: thank you very much! They match the shades in the bedroom!)

January's Giraffe Call paid two unexpected furnace service calls (The first one was because the heating oil had gelled, which is not supposed to happen if they put enough kerosene in it. The other was a small but annoying part having failed). It also helped with a delicious Indian dinner (I had lamb, T. had goat) we had with our friends E.Mc & Abjuk.

The $240 goal for January was Delicious Cake and, so, for Valentine's day and two days afterwards, T. & I had slices of a deep, rich torte from Wegman's, our local mega-grocery-store and bakery.

Thank you for all of the wonderful things!!
aldersprig: (AylaSmile)
Poll #9598 January New Donor/Prompter Perk Poll
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 5


What 2 settings do you wish "encyclopedia" pieces for?

View Answers

Stranded
1 (20.0%)

Reiassan
2 (40.0%)

Tir na Cali
0 (0.0%)

Fae Apoc
0 (0.0%)

Vas' World
0 (0.0%)

Dragons Next Door
4 (80.0%)

Facets of Dusk
0 (0.0%)

Planners
2 (40.0%)

Unicorn/Factory
0 (0.0%)

Aunt Family
0 (0.0%)

Space Accountant
1 (20.0%)

Shadow Rebellion
0 (0.0%)

The Cracks
0 (0.0%)

Fairy Town
0 (0.0%)

Other explained in comment
0 (0.0%)

What in specific would you like to know more about setting 1?

What in specific would you like to know more about setting 2?



Edited to Add: If you don't have a DW account, please feel free to vote in the comments! Thanks!
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (wineandroses)
Fae Apoc has a landing page here.

They liked their god, and so they’d kept him. Around them, the world had crumbled to pieces, the new gods, creatures like him, warring against the self-appointed protectors of humanity. In their little fort on the hill, though, they’d been drunk, happy and content to stay that way. And every season, they’d paid homage to their new god, for all he gave them.

He started his godhead pouring wine and enthralling tourists at the upscale vineyard he’d, by some serendipity, landed in. He knew the wine well, and in his presence, the vines flourished, produced more grapes and better wine. He didn’t so much start pulling a paycheck as he started collecting tribute.

The gifts were nice, the tips, the dinners. But the women! Lovely, busty women, drunk and willing, more than willing, aggressive! He charmed his first one within a week, and soon found himself as much of an attraction as the wine itself: Men came back to taste the wine, but women came back to taste the wine god.
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aldersprig: (wine)
I have the following stories written and ready to post 50 words/time for the Giraffe Call:
The Trouble With Bongong Island, from Inventrix's prompt "Bananas, Bifurcation, Belittling Bohemian butterflies." 2111 words draft gentlemen adventurer tale
Keeping the Gods, a story of the fae apoc, or at least a rough draft thereof, from Shutsumon's prompt "bacchanal, barbarocracy,bathykolpian." 1400 words of cautionary fantasy
Holding the Ways, a microfiction of an unconventional funeral, 350 words.
Avarice - From haikujaguar's prompt "Avarice. Anemia. And maybe... appetite." 1038 words, a story of mixed appetites and dovetailing greed.
Sunday at the Grove - From clare_dragonfly's prompt, this is a tender story of mourning and passing on. 900 words.

Or I can write something new, in your choice of setting. Opinions? Requests?

At this posting, linkback count stood at one, and I had not entirely finished writing the linkbacks from last month's story.
aldersprig: a close up of an alder leaf (Leaf)
Behind the cut is a list of every story I have written so far for this Giraffe Call (January).

Rather than try to put them ALL on a poll, I'm going to ask you, first: which of these would you like to see continued? Then I will put all those on a poll :-)

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Edited to add: that's 55 separate stories, counting continuations as part of the original. And I'm not DONE with the January call yet!

And More Stories:
Addergoole
Mission to Paris (LJ)
Presented (LJ)
Paying the Rent (LJ) (Baram's Jaelie and her Wish)
Fae Apoc:
Getting Over History (LJ)
Making New History (LJ)
Trusting in History (LJ)
Bug Invasion
Poison (LJ)

Fairy Town
Meeting Mr. Ting (LJ)
About the Want (LJ)
What You Need (LJ)
Guarding the Church (LJ)
Unicorn/Factory
Productive (LJ)
The Governors (LJ)
Right and Wrong (LJ)
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(second edit. Added more stories, recounted, seems I was off by 10 last time)
aldersprig: (Ruan)
The Mini-Giraffe Call is CLOSED! Thanks to all that participated!

For the next 36 hours, leave your prompts on the Aunt Family 'Verse.

The Aunt Family has a landing page here (and on LJ)

Because this is a mini-Call, there will be mini-perks!

* For every $10 donated, one prompter chosen at random will get an extra 500-word story
* If the call reaches $30, I will write a second prompt for everyone
* If you donate, as always, you had sponsored 100 words continuation on any Giraffe story for every $1US donated.




Also! Because my goal for this mini-call is to raise $$ for character art, I will take donations in art as well. Talk to me to discuss reasonable words-for-art rate.








(Dwolla account available on request)
aldersprig: (DragonBaby)
She left her apron at home; the woman who steps into the interview chamber is coiffed, trench-coated, and pretty; when she hangs up the coat and fedora to sit down, she looks like a 30's screen siren. Blond-brown hair falls in perfect ringlets. A tea cup comes to hand, and she smiles at the audience over it.

"I hear you have questions of me?"
aldersprig: a close up of an alder leaf (Leaf)
Last Call on the poll for this weekend's livewriting session:
LJ
DW

If anyone has a suggestion for a live-writing program that isn't Google Docs, I'm open to test driving something else.

Pick a character to ask questions of! Any character of mine in any setting!
(and on LJ)

Ask Kendra here (LJ)

Ask Rin here! (LJ)
aldersprig: (Rin)
The shortish black-haired woman steps briskly into the room, the silk of her formal tunic and pants rustling so very softly. The lines of the tunic show off an athletic but womanly figure underneath; the bright colours go beautifully with her dark-tanned skin.

She perches more than sits on the high backed stool. "So," she smiles. "You want to ask me questions. So ask?"
aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
Kendra, a slim, mousy girl, complete with mouse ears and nose, walks into the room nervously, and settles into the big rocking chair, looking out at the gathered audience. Her hands smooth her blue skirt uncertainly.

"Um, hi?" Her voice is a tiny squeak. "Professor Pelletier said you wanted to ask me questions?"


Kendra is a character in the Addergoole web-serial.

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