So tell me, what should I make a map of?
I’ll take the first 15 suggestions and put them in a poll.
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your turn: tiny prompt call
To keep up with #4thewords I need to write 444 words a day.
I’m having a bit of burnout.
What would you like to see 111-333 words of? Anything goes, but I’d seriously prefer not direct continuations in this case.
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May/December/?, a Tootfic/microfic/Thimbleful Thursday
“I’m five hundred years old,” he complained, as he’d been complaining for weeks. In his mind, it meant something.
The two who had slipped into his bed didn’t seem to agree.
“So?” asked the woman. “I’m two hundred and fifty. He’s a hundred.” She tilted her head at the other man, sandwiched up against Mr. 500.
“So,” the youngster smirked in turn. “What’s that make this? May/May/December? April/August/December?”
“I think,” he said slowly, looking between the two who were so very determined to be his lovers, “that we’re going to need something of a bigger calendar.”
Written to yesterday’s Thimbleful Thursday prompt and also tootfiction – 500-character-or-less fic for Mastodon
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Laboring, a Tootfic/microfic/Thimbleful Thursday
He never knew.
That was the point: that he would not, could not know.
She climbed the tallest mountain & swam the coldest river. She didn’t post a picture, didn’t write about it, didn’t even tell her mother.
She walked on hot coals and, when she was done with that, collected plants from 6 continents and small animals from 37 nations.
She wrote a treatise on her journey which only one being besides herself would ever read.
And then, and only then, was she allowed to be loved by him.
Written to April 6th’s Thimbleful Thursday prompt and also tootfiction – 500-character-or-less fic for Mastodon
I had to add a word to get it in the 90-to-110 range…
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The FOURTH Finish-It Bingo Card, whee!
I’ll fill this in as time allows from the below list, but this is my ![[community profile]](http://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
allbingo card for the “Finish It” challenge… number FOUR.
| Arisse and Chress (II) | Kidnappers in “Dragons Next Door.” (V) | Skill and Dreams. (V) | Robbie meets Radar (V) | Discovery. (Reiassan)(V) | Rin’s parents, and Rin’s father… (III) |
| Unicorn/Factory – Cleaning House/Observing (V) | Tilden: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/525842.html (VI) | Clarisse: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/565158.html (IV) | The Cat’s Paw. (I) | In the Attic. (III) | Abrelle: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/480486.html (II) |
| 34 (IV) | 17 (V) | 7 (I) | 28 (IV) | 22 (IV) | 14 (II) |
| 27 (III) | 31 (I) | 3 (III) | 10 (IV) | 33 (III) | 36 (VI) |
| Own the Fate (II) | 9 (III) | 18 (VI) | 16 (IV) | 24 (VI) | 19 (I) |
| 30 (VI) | 12 (VI) | 2 (II) | 1 (I) | 25 (I) | 20 (II) |
At any point, I may sub out one of these for another suggested one or something else I need to finish.
The numbers (those that remain) correspond to the list below. This was arranged from the allbingo public card, your suggestions, and Random.org’s list randomizer.
The Roman numerals are another way of getting a bingo – do, say, all of the (I) instead of a line or a square or such.
see links here – http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/1197753.html
1 Family and Cocoa and/or Warm Visions and Warm Family .
2 Bjorn: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/566245.html
3 Rodegard – and Esedora.
4 Willard: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/543285.html
4 Clarisse: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/565158.html
5 Unicorn/Factory – Cleaning House/Observing
6 Tilden: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/525842.html
7 Daxton and Esha
8 Arisse and Chress
9 Where Do Unicorns Come From?.
10 The Silver Road.
11 Kidnappers in “Dragons Next Door.” (2 votes!)
12 Jin and the hostage situation:
13 The Cat’s Paw.
14 Three Glass Beads, Peacock Blue.
15 In the Attic.
16 You’d Better Watch Out.
17 Road Map To….
18 More Unicorn/Factory:
19 Trash and Treasures.
20 How The Family Does things
21 Rin’s parents, and Rin’s father, and …
22 The Powers that Be.
23 One more From Aunt Family that’s more a vague suggestion than anything actually unfinished: Robbie meets Radar, discussed in comments.
24 Charming.
25 CUmhai : http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/453665.html
26 Abrelle: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/480486.html
27 We met Bianna, but we haven’t seen her since Jin talked to his friends about bringing her up with Jimmy.
28 Legacy Cat.
29 Discovery.
30 The Enemy’s City.
31 Over the Wall
32 Fated.- http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/400317.html
33 Carrying the Spirit.
34 Heroes (and earlier branches).
35 Space accountant
36 Take Me
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Changing Faces
Over on Mastodon, I did a little prompt call on the theme of moons.
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She slipped out into the night and let the moonlight brush over her.
It was a clear night; good. She could use the change tonight. There was an angry man in the party, and when he figured out she’d left, he was going to be angrier.
He had reason to be angry with her, yes. On the other hand, he was an asshole. The two didn’t exactly balance out, but they did make her feel not at all bad about sneaking out when he was looking for her – probably hollering about her – very likely quite irked.
She closed her eyes and felt the moonlight on her skin. It was a chilly night, and the moon was full, swollen.
She didn’t like the full-moon faces as much, but this one would do. The Mother came out with the gibbous moon, the Crone with the darkness of the new moon… every moon had its moods.
And tonight- she breathed in and felt her bones shift under her skin, felt her skin shift. She was going to be tall today, whee. Tall and lanky and small-chested with really big hands.
She felt the point between her eyes where the sanity was already slipping away, and made it to a bus stop before she could forget she needed to get some distance.
She was going to be a wild one for a little while, it seemed. She could already sense the memories slipping into protective custody, tucked away with her more stable forms. She was whistling a tune, she was almost singing, and she handed a hobo a $10 bill.
She still had enough for bus fare.
She hid most of the rest of her money in a pocket in her bag before the moon-touched face took completely over. Then she let go and slipped away, and the new face shone forth in full.
“Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-a’ight,” she sang to the nighttime street. “My oh my, what a wonderful night. Plenty of moonlight, coming my way, Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay.”
The bus driver let her on with a shake of his head. “Try to keep it down, child,” he warned. “Got some cranky ones on tonight.”
She gave him a kiss on the forehead and hummed to herself while the wheels on the bus
went round and round
round and round
and the moon over head hung round, so round…
It was a clear night, and she had no place in particular to go, which was her favorite place of all.
missus crow’s here on my shoulder
It’s the truth, it’s factual
Everything is satisfactual.
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-night
Wonderful Feeling, wonderful night.
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A Quest? A story Beginning from Story Dice.
written as an experiment in Story Dice; Image at end of story
There was a sign.
Poul had not been expecting a sign.
That was not entirely accurate. Poul had not been expecting a literal sign, the sort that was on a post and had an arrow. Maybe an omen. Maybe an old lady who needed some berries picked.
If this was a storybook. If this was a fairy tale. Poul… sometimes was not too clear on if it was or wasn’t. That had caused some problems over the years, truth be told, but had, in the end, led to Poul setting out on a quest, because either there would be signs and something to do, or Poul would find someplace more interesting to live.
But there was a literal sign pointing down the road, “This way to the locked tower.”
This way to the locked tower sounded like a sign, all right, of both sorts.
Poul headed that way. The road was long, and it twisted and turned as it went, and the sun set long before Poul reached anything but another sign.
“This Way to the Locked Tower,” the second sign read, and below it, in smaller words, “Bring tribute.”
Poul had nothing to bring as tribute, so Poul looked around. The moon was a sliver in the sky, but it was a clear night, and Poul could still make out enough to see the flowers at the roadside.
Flowers were appreciated, right? Poul picked a large bouquet, and tied them up with a bandanna. Then the road beckoned, and Poul continued, adding other roadside plants as the night stretched on.
The moon was thinking of setting when Poul reached an intersection. In the middle of the intersection was a tall woman with bits and pieces of scavenged metal hammered into armor, standing between four barred roads.
“Halt!” She held up her hand. “You can only pass if you bring proper tribute.”
Smiling, Poul held out the flowers.
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Here’s some more fiction and poetry from 2005, as I clean out my LiveJournal
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Pen between her teeth, she stares into space, muttering snatches of phrase. The words are always there, an ever-flowing stream across her mental meadow…
Originally posted Oct. 2011.
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“What have we here?”
Ruan wasn’t so much talking to herself as she was talking to the hodgepodge she was looking through. Her Aunt Tansy hadn’t been, as they say, The Aunt – she was a paternal aunt, for one thing, totally not the right sort, and Ruan’s Aunt Elenora was still alive and well – but the family tradition seemed to hold anyway. Her father’s sister had taken a long walk into the ocean, and it was left to Ruan to clean up her mess.
The last war for the nation of Yestern ended not with a bang, but with a complaint.
“We’re out of tea.”.
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Patreon: Reposts and Adventures.
For today, in honor of looking through my LiveJournal archives, I offer some early-2000’s poetry.
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Unedited Prayer of Sorts
My lady of the verdant green, why have you forsaken me?
When I was a child, your oaken skirts shielded me
From interlopers and observers; simple faith carried me,
and simple ritual. nothing else was needed:
any people have speculated that if we knew exactly why a bowl of petunias had thought that we would know a lot more about the nature of the Universe than we do now.
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Oh, no, not again.
The bowl of petunias plummeted towards the ground, no room in what it could pretend, loosely, was a brain for anything except a vague and dissatisfied sense of what, if you were going to translate it into Galactic Book Standard, would sound mostly like not again.
History and memory did not go past the wall.
It was as tall as anyone could imagine, an unknown width, and it surrounded the Community, giving them room enough to live and grow but no more.
It could not be climbed, being smooth to the touch and unpleasant to be in contact with for any length of time. It could not be drilled through, nor broken. It could not be dug underneath.
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Finish It! ~Third~ Bingo Card
I’ll fill this in as time allows from the below list, but this is my allbingo card for the “Finish It” challenge… number THREE (ah-ha-ha-ha)
| Clarisse (II) | B is for Beryl and her Boys (V) | Floatsam (V) | How The Family Does things (V) | Over the Wall (V) | Heroes (III) |
| Where Do Unicorns Come From? (V) | Duty (VI) | Rumors about the Family (IV) | Bianna (I) | The Enemy’s City (III) | Take Me (II) |
| Exhaustion (IV) | Carrying the Spirit (V) | Road Map To…. (I) | Bless the Cat (IV) | In the Attic(IV) | An Argument of Magic (II) |
| Cumhai & Begley (III) | Change (I) | Abrelle: Shifting(III) |
Linguistic Tricks (IV) | Far Weston (III) | You’d Better Watch Out (VI) |
| Packing (II) | 9 (III) | Charming (VI) | Boy troubles (IV) | 24 (VI) | 19 (I) |
| 30 (VI) | 12 (VI) | 2 (II) | 1 (I) | 25 (I) | 20 (II) |
| working on | completed | next | Partial Finish |
At any point, I may sub out one of these for another suggested one or something else I need to finish.
The numbers (those that remain) correspond to the list below. This was arranged from the allbingo public card, your suggestions, and Random.org’s list randomizer.
The Roman numerals are another way of getting a bingo – do, say, all of the (I) instead of a line or a square or such.
see links here – http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/1197753.html
The List
1 Mikary: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/507478.html
2 Aetheric Cleansing.
3 Abrelle: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/480486.html
4 Rumors about the Family.
5 Where Do Unicorns Come From?.
6 Duty.
7 Road Map To….
8 Clarisse http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/565158.html
9 The Cat’s Paw.
10 Linguistic Tricks.
11 B is for Beryl and her Boys.
12 Willard: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/543285.html
13 We met Bianna, since Jin talked to his friends about bringing her up with Jimmy.
14 An Argument of Magic.
15 The Enemy’s City.
16 Boy Trouble, which is rather skew from the previous.
17 Carrying the Spirit.
18 Charming.
19 Rin’s parents, and Rin’s father, and …
20 Shahin and Emrys
21 Heroes
22 In the Attic.
23 How The Family Does things.
24 Fifty Years.
25 Space Accountant: A Reason – and Accidental, and bunking arrangements, etc (Genique got Married?)
26 Take Me (which I realize was thwarting then, and I don’t know if it’d be less so now).
27 Cumhai & Begley
28 Bless the Cat.
29 Over the Wall
30 Trash and Treasures.
31 Change.
32 Packing: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/461258.html
33 Far Weston.
34 Exhaustion.
35 Shenanigans. (There are multiple snippets without immediate followups, but it’s mostly all one thread.)
36 You’d Better Watch Out.
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