This story started after a binge-listen of Isaac Arthur’s Science & Futurism videos. With Post-Scar City, it’s one of those I-might-continue sorts of things.
The coffee shop was Teri’s favorite part of the arcology, and that was saying something.
It had a prime location, by some ways of looking at things – it overlooked one of the farm quadrants, so it had sunlight for most of the day through its broad windows. Looking that way, you could almost forget you were hundreds of feet above ground. You could almost forget that out the front door was a hallway and a slidewalk that would take you where you wanted to go, instead of a road.
That wasn’t really why Teri liked it, nor that the barista who worked there most weekdays had stunningly blue eyes and a generous smile, nor the adorable foam art that always seemed inspired by something “outside” in the fields.
There was this corner table that looked out over the field but was half-hidden by the cream-and-sugar station, and, sitting there, Teri could decide how much people was a good amount for the day. And, sitting there, tablet and stylus and coffee and scone, Teri could spend hours floating, drawing whatever came to mind, and go back to Residential Ring Three with something done that sparked that amazing feeling of I did something good today.
The bright smile and the way the blue-eyed barista would sometimes wink helped, too. Continue reading →
Deline was trying to pretend that she wasn’t tense, and she wasn’t doing that good of a job.
She walked by Carrone and near Ranger Learone, wishing for the casual conversation they’d had the day before. The rain had held off while they camped, at least, but now, with the capital city looming on the horizon like a monster peeking out through the Bear Mountains, the rain, too, was looming. It suited her mood, and the tenseness in Carrone’s shoulders, and the worry on the Ranger’s face and in the set of Lord Eigeran’s pace, stomping as if he could kick away his concern. Continue reading →
The door. The door. Nikol slipped out of bed – Aran wasn’t there anymore; of course he wasn’t there anymore, the door had just closed – and peered out the window. There he was, walking down the street. Walking, which was odd. She’d imagined if he was going to run away, he’d take a horse. And one, no, both cats were following him, but he didn’t seem to notice them at all.
She ran down the stairs and slipped out the side door, hurrying to follow him. He was moving deliberately, not slowly, but not running. Where was he going?
The remnants of her nightmare stuck with her, making his movement seem sinister. If he was running away, she was going to feel rather stupid about following him. Hadn’t she more or less said that she’d let him get it out of his system? And then she was trailing him like she didn’t trust him.
But it wasn’t that she didn’t trust him, it was that her dream was still screaming in the back of her mind and something seemed off, wrong. Continue reading →
There were people in the mall. That was the weirdest part; this mall had been empty as long as they’d been using it as a base. From the sounds of things, it had always been empty.
But right now there were nearly thirty people standing in front of the central fountain – well, one of them was sitting, looking definitely unconscious. Four were unidentifiable in white suits much like the mall with the robots had provided. A bunch looked ragged and dirty, too thin and too hungry. Some of them had satyr hooves and one of them was definitely a centaur. Abby heard Liv whimper and wondered if she was whimpering about the centaur or something else.
To the right, a handful were dressed like SWAT, face masks down and weapons pointed at Abby. And then, in the middle, were seven different Kevins, all of them in chains. Continue reading →
(Short titles are fine, but I just copy/pasted this from the landing page)
(Either in the main The Stories header or within the Addergoole header)
(Bonus: Doing this made me realize that one story had failed to crosspost! So if you notice that, say, Deep Shit refers to “Up Shit Creek” and you can’t find that – mention that please. It might just not be in the Fae Apoc category, or it might fall in that 4-month period where things didn’t quite crosspost right. Find one of those and I’ll add 3 minutes to the reward below.)
What you get
for every two sets found for me , I will write 15 minutes (or 6 minutes for one set) and post on any story or prompt (within my normal limits, i.e., if it squicks me I don’t do it) you request!
EVERY MALL HAS ITS OWN POWERS. EVEN A NORMAL MALL LIKE THIS ONE HAS SOME MAGIC TO IT.
“So a mall could give someone the power to mind-control someone else?”
IF SOMEONE IMAGINED IT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA FOR A MALL, THEN YES. ANY MALL SOMEONE IMAGINED CAN EXIST.
Abby swallowed. “I really, really want to say nobody would say that was a good idea for a mall to be able to control your mind, but shit, Shit, I can think of so many ways that might happen. People wanting to stop violence, so they start with ‘the mall doesn’t allow violent thoughts.'”Continue reading →