Archive | August 2020

Saving the Cult (if not the World), Chapter Twenty-Five

Saving the Cult (If not the World) "It's time." Manfield Lee knew he was good at sounding authoritative even when he didn't know what he was talking about - he'd turned a fortune into a megafortune doing just that, after all, not to mention running the Organization - but right now, he DID know what he was talking about. After all, it was just a date, wasn't it? And if the date turned out to be wrong, well, then he knew exactly what to blame it on, and that blame would fall on the scholars and the psychics, not on him. The other thing Manfield Lee knew how to do was to place the blame in very specific ways that were not him.

Lina hoped her perky little put-off would work on the terrifying old women. She needed it to work, Jackson’s scheduled-in interruptions or not.  It had to work.

Of course, it didn’t.  Ethan’s aunts were not going to let her get away with being friendly, chipper, and innocent.  Which was a pity, because she more or less was all three of those things.

“Don’t even bother.”  The left-hand aunt really wanted to frown, but her face wasn’t moving in that direction at the moment.  “You can save that shit for the credulous masses.”

“I will then, thank you.”  She turned her back on them.  “Come on, Ethan.  We’ve got a deadline.” Continue reading

The August Fishy Call!

Good morning!

I have one prompter to write to currently on my Fishy Fishy Prompt call (If you haven’t prompted, you can still prompt here – !)

It’s been fun!  I got a broad range of prompts and had a lot of fun with them, dark and light and magical and sci-fi and everything in between. And I got comments! And new prompters!

If you posted a what-I-should-write-next or if you are a new prompter or commenter, let me know if you want me to write more of a story below or if you want me to write to another prompt!

And as for writing-more, Comments! I have at least one story with 7+ comments and one with 5+, so if you liked a story now is the time to comment.  Because that, my friends, gets it one more comment closer to getting more story!

As always, thank you to everyone who prompted and everyone who commented!  Special thanks to Kelkyag, too, for a good deal of commenting and asking me what my projects are.

The Stories So Far

Clean…?  The plant offered clean energy.  Cleaner might’ve been more accurate.  The fish living downstream of the runoff might’ve said something different entirely.   This is set in the universe/city/power plant featured in Saving the Cult (If not the World), a ‘verse tagged Organization.
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Seek And…?  Long long ago, I began a story about a woman lost in a blizzard and ending up in a different world. This story peeks in on her life, as she fishes for answers and is caught in turn.
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Fresh Fish  The city of Scheffenon, on the North Sea high on the edges of the Empire, is known for many things.  But one thing that it is not known for – at least in modern times – is fish, or at least fish pulled from the North Sea.  They do not fish, not as such, on the North Sea. (Things Unspoken ‘verse)
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Unplumbed Depths – Fishing in Minecraft can get you some strange results.  This fictional view of the fishing strips out a lot of the blockier elements but does leave a fishing pole with, perhaps, a little too much Luck enchanted into it.
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…A Break…? – Jess works security at The Facility, a place where science which nobody calls mad (in the hearing of the scientists) is perpetrated.  It’s a really good job.  But sometimes, your friend up in the top end of things asks for a favor…
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The Night Fishers – they only fished at day.  Murph was about to find out why.
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Fishing Day – She should’ve done something better with the body, but it was her fishing day, and she didn’t want to be interrupted.
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Fountain Fishing There’s nothing alive in this abandoned mall except Abby, Liv, and the fish in the fountain. Not even a protein bar.  So going fishing seemed like the reasonable idea, right?
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Train Rolls On….

From writing prompt found here.  


“Did you give me this note?”

The train was rumbling on into night time, so I’d been getting settled into “my” sleeper room when the woman came in wielding a note on a lined index card. 

I took it from her carefully, using two fingers on the corner, and gave it a glance. 

Whatever you do, don’t get off this train until it arrives at the final stop. Continue reading

Malina and the Border Banners, Chapter 17 (A Story for B)

Began here.
Chapter 2 here
Chapter 3 here.
Chapter 4 here.
Chapter 5 here.
Chapter 6 here.
Chapter 7 here.
Chapter 8 here.
Chapter 9 here.
Chapter 10 here.
Chapter 11 here.
Chapter 12 here.
Chapter 13 here.
Chapter 14 here.
Chapter 15 here.
Chapter 16 here.

In the middle of a land that did not exist, in the middle of a time that was, it seemed, all times and none, the woman named for her ancestors who had often found the names fit like someone else’s shoe put someone else’s crown on her head and found that both seemed to fit better than they ever had at home.

“I am Malina Serafina Anastazja Dominika Naveed Jeleń nic Cecília O Alexandre.  I am the daughter of Cecília Portela Dominika, the daughter of Tiago Jeleń Alexandre, great-granddaughter to Serafina who brought home the sun.  I am she who wears the crown here.” She lifted her chin, aware she was speaking to the wall of an abandoned – or nearly-abandoned – castle.  “I am she who crossed the border lands.” Continue reading

Fountain Fishing

Fountain Fishing

This is set in (one of ) the world(s) of the Hidden Mall – Abby and Liv have been travelling through a series of multiverse malls, many of them abandoned. Actually, many Abby-and-Livs, Sandy-and-Vics have been travelling – this is a different Abby & Liv than those in the main story. 


Abby glared at the fountain.

This was the prettiest mall they had found yet. This was the nicest mall they had found – empty, at least – in all of their explorations. But something about it was also just, well, sterile.

There were no food courts. There were no trees, not even fake ones, no plantings, no stores selling anything edible – even the clothing was stiff and formal and so very sterile.

There were fish in the fountains, though.  There were fish in this biggest fountain especially, big ones, koi maybe, darting in and out of the very symmetrical, very smooth sculptures which obscured the bottom of the fountain, leaving it in shadows. 

So Abby had figured out a fishing pole and line with various things stolen from various stores, and she had sat down here with her hook and she had, well. Continue reading

The Bellamy, Chapter 19


Amanana patted Veronika’s shoulder.  “It’ll be fine.  I’m not going to let you get hurt on my watch.  If One and Two were concerned about you, I can’t very well do less than that, now can I?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted.  Her eyes were on the woman’s horns.  I would know if you were demonic, she’d said“I don’t know all that much about you,” she admitted slowly.  She was feeling something – she didn’t know what it was, but it didn’t feel nice.  “But so far.” She paused, letting herself feel everything that her intuition was telling her. “So far,” she began again.  “I think that you wouldn’t let me get hurt. You’ve decided that you like me, or if not like, that you think I’m worth keeping around, and thus, you won’t let damage come to me.”

Amanana looked her up and down slowly.  It took a moment for the serious expression to leave her face, morphing slowly back into a smile.  “You’re quite a clever one.  Now, let’s see that list.  I do imagine that Miriam has made it too long again – she does that, you know, to scare off the slackers – and it’s time to shorten it a bit.”

Veronika passed her the list.  “Just like that?” Continue reading

Fishing Day

Fishing Day

New prompter!  Also, this story involves murder. (Attn new Prompter: you can either ask for a continuation of this story or give me another prompt, as you wish)


“Shit.”  She was trying to get calm, get mellow, to enjoy the sun on the lake and the breeze in her hair.  Her mind kept coming back to the body in the swamp, just a couple hundred feet away.

She hadn’t meant to kill the man.  Well, man-thing.  She hadn’t meant to be killing anything today, it was a fishing day. 

Fishing days were sacred.  She got up before dawn, headed out to the lake, and stayed until past dusk. 

If she happened to catch something? Bonus.  Continue reading

Purchase Negotiation 43: Small Steps Forward

First: Purchased: Negotiation


Leander was smiling, even though he wasn’t totally sure this wasn’t going to blow up in his face.  Things did, even when everything was planned out with the best intentions.  And he was – if not certain, that was too much to ask, he was pretty damn sure Sylviane had the best intentions. 

“I think,” he murmured, leaning over so he could let his breath brush across her ear and lowering his voice even more, “that”… if you want a real statistical sample, well, you ought to get more than one baseline measurement, yeah?”

She chuckled at him.  “Oh, absolutely.  But let’s start with one? Since we can’t do them simultaneously – unless you have some unforeseen ability to Work with time that would be amazing, but really, really out there-“ Continue reading

The Great August Rebloggening Challenge: Week 1 Check In

home site housekeeping

The Home Site Housekeeping Challenge has been going for a week!

How’s your home site going?

Did you reach your goal this week?

Did you learn anything about your site?

What are your goals for next week?


I have a daily challenge for us for the weekend! This one comes courtesy of Kunama, thank you!

(I am open to all sorts of options for challenges)

Add (or delete or move) something relevant to your “where to find my works” or “contact” page


My turn for a check-in:

Well, because of the Fishing Call, I posted 13 things on my blog (I ran out of room in my little sticker page!), so I blew through my 11-things goal and my 3-LTA-posts goal!

I got 4 posts on Patreon (one over that goal) annnnd… that’s almost it.

I did ONE session (two posts) of scheduling on ThimblefulThursday. (this entails: picking an idiom for the next letter of the alphabet, making sure I haven’t already done that one, making a little canva graphic, and then making the post).

Iron Curtain - write 500 words

oh oh!  I also changed my comments nesting to the max WordPress allows and I changed the user avatars to Letter-in-a-circle so they are a little bit distinctive. I disabled Gravatar, so let me know if that bothers you. I also made some avatars if I come up with a way to have WordPress randomly assign icons per post.

And I added another task to my list: a page of Summaries of My Works (i.e., that list of tell me what to write now)



Goal – 11

Done – 21

missed: Patreon xposts, Landing Page, Long Form Works page, Posting a weekly or Daily challenge.

How’d you do?

Also: You can join in at any time!  Any number of “Things” per week is a good goal!

The Night Fishers

the night fishers

So this story feels a lot like Things Unspoken, but it wanted to be modern-ish every time I had anything that would set an era, so I’m not sure. 


“The fish have been getting mad right before dusk.”  Murphy lingered, not yet packing up the gear for the day.  “And I swear, when I go diving just as the sunset touches the water, I find the best things.  It’s got to be the difference in lighting, but I gotta ask – why don’t you stay a little later?  I mean, I see you, and you’re out of here the moment the sun sets.  And this is just a summer job for me, isn’t this – like, isn’t it your livelihood?”

Faulkner gave a rueful head-shake.  “You’re still so new.  You fit in so well down at the pub or up at the gods-house, or at the end of the week at the dances, I forget how new you are.”

Murphy tried not to bristle, but it was hard. “Yeah?  You think I fit in – except at my job? I mean, I guess it shouldn’t care, it’s just a summer job-” Continue reading