repost note: some of this has changed either a little or a lot since I wrote this back in 2016 -Lyn
I’m trying something new with the upcoming serial – essentially asking the prompter($5+)-level donors to fill in parts of the serial description (you can see it here in my reward-tier profile).
M. B. and Hob gave me setting notes, which tells us that our family of hikers lived on a tropical sky island.
So here’s your floating archipelago: Continue reading
Follow the adventures of an exploratory ship assigned to search out habitable planets – and extant civilizations – in one quadrant of Known Space. Follow the captain’s travails and peek into these strange planets, in mostly-480-character posts as they scan over planet after planet, seeking out those they can send a team to.
And then, follow the exploration teams on those planets deemed worthy of testing out for habitation. Will the environment be hospitable or hazardous? What will sneak up on them on these strange planets, far from home?
All The Stories
Tooted Worldbuilding
* Install a sink (with husband) – stalled, need supplies
* Get all of the dishes that are my responsibility cleaned
* vacuum at least one room
* Bake a loaf of bread. Maybe two. – baked
* Start sorting my wardrobe, with an eye towards a capsule wardrobe idea
* write at least 1300 words, mostly of catch-up on goals – 550 written, halfish of catchup.
* if possible, turn over 1 or two garden beds and plant some pea seeds & maybe some carrot seeds – 1 turned over and carrots/beets planted – second turned over and peas planted.
ALSO:
Inventoried seeds (woah) and started garden plan list.
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A story of going-to-Doomsday-Academy
“Here we are.” Adelaide looked at her three children, then looked back at the gate in front of them. She stole another glance at her kids and sighed.
Ameera had gone to Addergoole two years ago. This would be her third year there, and she looked both worried and eager. Lorccán was going this year. He looked eager. He didn’t really know what he was getting into.
But first, they were going to Doomsday. She wasn’t sure if she was going to tell Addergoole about her third child – and Doomsday started years earlier than Addergoole, anyway. Continue reading
The first breath felt like he’d been drowning, although he hadn’t been able to drown since he was a kid. Munroe took a ragged second breath and a third before he even opened his eyes.
There was a glass panel inches from his face, and there was fluid of some sort down by his feet-fins. He blinked a few times, clearing his eyes. He was in some sort of cave, stone all around, and there were dozens of tubes like his lined up around the room.
He’d been talking to a woman in the market. That was the last thing he could remember. And now…
The glass slid away. A woman – that woman – stepped into view. She was smiling. “Oh, good. You’re awake. How are you feeling?”
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A story of going-to-Doomsday-Academy
“Here we are.” Adelaide looked at her three children, then looked back at the gate in front of them. She stole another glance at her kids and sighed.
Ameera had gone to Addergoole two years ago. This would be her third year there, and she looked both worried and eager. Lorccán was going this year. He looked eager. He didn’t really know what he was getting into.
But first, they were going to Doomsday…
(read on – free for everyone to read)
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I have cleaned up and reposted “The Year Cya Didn’t Keep Anyone” here on Patreon for all & sundry to read.
This story began the Cloverleaf saga. It was originally posted on Dec. 5, 2012.
In the aftermath, it was called The Year Cya Didn’t Keep Anyone.
She freed the lost boy named after a destroyed city — a boy her grandson had found forher, the way his father had brought her home boy after boy when he was in school — dropped her grands off at school, and walked out into the wilderness.
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I am holding a Patreon Pledge Drive in hopes of filling a slight income hole with my chosen income-garnering path… dragons and dungeons!
Ah, speculative fiction.
With a few dragons here and there and, ahem, quite a few dungeons. 😉
So if I’m going to ask you to patronize me, I ought to tell you what you’re getting, oughtn’t I?
By now, everyone probably knows that a $1 pledge gives you access to all the patron-only stories.
And I’ve already told you about the $5-pledge level
So now we’re into uncharted territory! Reward tiers nobody has tried for yet!
Pledge $7/month, and as long as pledges stay over the $30/month milestone, you get a super-secret private story.
That’s right, another story on top of the others in the Patreon, just for $7 and up donors, and you get to prompt it!
Of course, you still get all the $1 and $5 perks – prompting on everything, reading everything, picking serial ideas and characters. And you get your own secret story for just $2 more a month.
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Sting shifted from foot to foot. He didn’t want to admit he was freaked out, but on the other hand, this was pretty weird.
Dr. Anjou – well, he assumed it was Dr. Anjou – was smiling brightly at him, as if she hadn’t just offered to laugh evilly for him, to set the mood.. Sting cleared his throat. “I don’t think I need the mood to be any weirder,” he admitted. “This is already way beyond normal.”
“Well, from the paperwork I’ve seen, so are you. Come, Mr. Marydel, let’s see exactly how unusual you are.”
“I really don’t want to spend the rest of my life being some sort of lab rat.”
“The rest of your life? How about the next two hours? It that acceptable?”
“You’re not very good at being reassuring, are you?”
“I’m not supposed to be.” She flashed him a much more natural smile. “I’m supposed to be the evil doctor here to experiment on you. And when I’m done with that, well…”
Sting swallowed at the pregnant pause.
“…well, then, we’ll let you see our toys, and decide for yourself if you mind being a lab rat once in a while, in return for playing with our best equipment.”
“You are seriously strange. You do know that, right?”
“Like I said, it’s in the job description. This way please, Mr. Marydel. We’ve got quite a bit of experimenting to get done and only a few hours to do it in.”
He followed her. He hadn’t come all this way just to back out at the last minute. Even if it did mean they were going to poke and prod at him, or stick needles into him, or…
Sting stopped dead on the far side of a door straight out of Star Trek. Laid out on a table, on a very long, big table, was something like a gingerbread-man cookie cutter…
…if the gingerbread man was the size of the world’s largest human.
I’ve just renewed all my domain names AND my paid Dreamwidth account… so here’s a cliffhanger and a tip jar. 😉
$5/300 words, and for every $15 I get I’ll throw in another 300 words!
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