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Shadows in the Old Park

Jan6

Now on Patreon for all to Read!!

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As I work on my landing pages, I’m trying having each of these links on their own post, but since I’m a bit behind, I scheduled these out.  Let’s see how this works. 

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This went a little left turn from where I’d planned. 

I was picturing Sprucewood Nature Center, by the by, even though it’s not quite… wood-y enough. 

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The twenty-acre forest had become thick and overgrown in the decade since the world had fallen apart.

Vic remembered it from elementary school field trips, middle school solo explorations, high school one-on-one adventures with just the right second person – or at least the person that had seemed right at the time.  Several persons, several times.

Free to everyone to read!

Traitors

Jan5

Now on Patreon!

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Nobody had expected the Trees to be the ones to go over.

The Zedriygro had been pushing at the Atraoya borders for years now.  They had been sending in agents – some of them Human, but just as many Elf or Centaur or Animal expats who had been living either in Zedriyg or in neighboring Glasia, beyond the red sands, for years or even generations, having fled, one might assume, the Quartering that had caused this whole mess in the first place

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Big Bang

Jan3

The sign said “Escalators to Big Bang,” but it was a bit of a misnomer.

For one, the escalators led first to the display of the Big Bang, which, while interesting, was not really the heart of the exhibit.

No, to really, really get your hands on, as it were, you had to know where the other escalators led up.

And to do that, you had to know how to go behind the displays.

Most of the displays in the American Museum of Natural History had Behinds.  It was a feature of the museum, for those in the know – the Sandboxes.

And most of them were assumed to be some sort of virtual reality, where you could watch dinosaurs or play with evolution and push it down different routes.

The Big Bang “backdoor” required a leap of faith, diving directly into the Big Bang display.

Once you had gotten there, though, you had your own world to play with, your own universe.

The dinosaurs, evolution, all of it: you started from dirt and fire, and, over what seemed, generally, like a couple hours, you built yourself a world.

What the Museum was doing with these worlds was anyone’s guess.  But nobody, as of yet, had managed to get humanity out of their “simulation.”

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Written to a prompt from Livewriting Day:

In the American Museum of Natural History, they have a sign that says ‘Escalators to Big Bang’. What if they actually were escalators to the Big Bang?

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A Fresh Start… 3

Jan3

Sanja hadn’t really expected it to work.

It was the sort of thing you bought out of the back of a magazine, in this case a scrap-booking magazine, and it hadn’t even been one she bought first-hand; she’d picked it up while browsing a library sale and the ad had jumped out at her.

It had only been nineteen ninety-nine; she expected, at best, some sort of nostalgia kit.  Re-live your teens!  Get a fresh start on life!

Maybe a new job somewhere else with a good health plan? Continue reading →

A Fresh Start…? 2

Jan1

Written to Ganet’s prompt:

a package arrives in the mail the day after New Year’s. (Or more mysteriously, on New Year’s Day.)

Mail didn’t usually arrive on federal holidays.
Heck, in Caroline’s neck of the woods, mail barely arrived at all.
But there it was, the mail van pulling up, the package sliding into the box.

Caroline checked her phone, her computer, and the TV (Which was playing an endless stream of “best of”) to be sure, but yes, it was New Year’s Day.  And yes, there was a package sticking out of her mailbox.

She walked down the driveway, donning three coats and two pairs of mittens, boots over two pairs of socks, and two hats, to get there. Continue reading →

A Fresh Start…?

Jan1

Written to @inspectorCaracal‘s prompt: 

Waking up with no memories and a pamphlet explaining you have been given a fresh start in life

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He woke.

He was in a room with a bed, a small table holding a suitcase and a bag, and a mirror; two doors and a window led out of the room.

He knew all those things, but he had no idea how he’d gotten there.

He had no idea who had gotten there.  Continue reading →

Two Microfics/Tootfics From Last Night

Dec21

I was feeling a bit meh last night, but I wanted to write *something*, so I took a couple prompts for toot fic – fic that fits in a 500-character toot on Mastodon. 

This is what I got.

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The thing about a baby was, it was literally made of connections. Polly finished spinning wool from her friend’s sheep, twisting into it a strand of the feelings she had for her friend.

She wound the yarn into a ball with sororal affection and the big-sister feeling that never went away, then reached for the line that connected the mother & father to the baby.

Babies were born of connections. She knit the echo of those connections into a tiny sweater of protection & love.

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To @DialMforMara‘s prompt: Knitting with Strands. 

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“Damn.” The book hit the tile. “Fuck. Shit.” Amy’s arms went up. “This… fuck.”

“Fuck,” Tod and Amy saw eye to eye for once. “We can – can not…” The word he had need for was too long. Every word was too long.

“Draw!” Amy went to work with a pen on the tile. “Pic-”

“Icon.” Tod did the same. “Icon.”

The 👿 was the 1st of its kind to be sent to hell with a 😀.

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To @tomasino’s prompt

A grammatical demon has been summoned at Oxford and was let free accidentally by the lack of a third comma. It has already devoured all words longer than four letters.