The Great NanoWrimo Prompt Call is going strong – although I still want your prompts, tips, and/or Patronage!
Stories I’ve posted so far (and all free for everyone to read):
To the Quiet Places – The point, as far as Sheetal had been aware, was to get away from everything and everyone. (Stranded World)
I’m Begging of You, Jolene – On Wednesdays they were friends.
Rebuilding the World
Tinkering – there was a strange growth in the back of the Terrarium.
Things a Tree Knows – There were things Quercus knew that didn’t really matter. (Fae Apoc)
Walking Away – “Something’s wrong with the garden. Did you—?”
Studied by the Cat Girls – The ads were obviously too good to be true.
Lord Eigeran, a wiki page. (Bear Empire)
A Dream Fic – The Russian’s Motives – They were waiting, there wasn’t a better word for it.
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(Otherwise it’s all going to be the same
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Today’s Great NanoWrimo Prompt Call tale was prompted by my subconcious, i.e., it’s a dream written down. Cheers!
Content warning for: slavery, suggested violence, some actual violence and abuse, a good deal of objectification of at least one character.
I swear I posted this the other day, but it’s still in my drafts. Soooo again, apologies if this is a duplicate.
They were waiting, there wasn’t a better word for it. They were quiet, idle, sitting around the lounge. Except that he wasn’t sitting with the rest of them – neither he nor a couple of those who sympathized more with him, with what he was, had been, would be, than they did with the situation they found him in. Continue reading
Warning: the below contains frank discussion of cats being tiny predators, and also sometimes dumbasses.
Also, while I cannot find this in my posted blogs, I wrote this in mid-July of this year, so if you have read it before, a), I apologize, and b), please let me know.
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