I cannot find that I posted this anywhere. If it’s a duplicate, apologies!
“All right, I have three partial dictionaries from back then.”
Aatu waited patiently for Vijaya to finish digging through her piles. “And – hrm. One cookbook from that era, or, I mean, three pages of it. Free of charge, Aatu, as long as you give me a sample when you’re done.”
“Thanks, Vijaya. You’re a lifesaver.”
“Nah, I’m just a word-saver. Go on with you. Kairu is going to want to know what you want well in advance, you know.” Continue reading →
“It’s more like… Oktoberfest without a hat at all.”
That being said, around here, Brewfest, at least the one we go to, is at the Boathouse, which used to be Thee (yes like that) Amish Market and is now a nice combination of a brewpub on one end and a flea market/craft store on the other end.
With your ticket, they give you a little 6-oz mini “pint glass” and 12 tasting tickets. Continue reading →
For the late-Rioren Dynasty politician, see Gorpen, Governor Eigeran “Eigeran” and “Yarlen Eigeran” redirect here. For other uses, see Eigeran (disambiguation) and Yarlen Eigeran (disambiguation)
Yarlen Eigeran Gwymden of Prówit Nod, Lord by the King’s Writ, BE 812-902, [see Deklegion methods of formal address] was a Deklegion courtier most well known for his part in circumventing/averting the Dekleg–Elherion Empire war in the years of 847-852. He is also renowned (although less so in his own nation) for his work in poetry. Eigeran invented three new poetic forms/styles, one in his native Deklegion dialect of Shoktu and two in Middle Elherith (having spent much of his later life living in the Elherion Empire).
Among his best-known works and accomplishments are the Treaty of the Cliff, a diplomatic treatise in four languages (Shoktu, Deklegia, Middle Elherith, and Carruph) which is credited not only with ending the conflict at hand but solving several entrenched problems in both Dekleg and in the Elherion Empire. Because the Treaty was considered a diplomatically manipulative document as well as a translation, he was called The Thief of the Cliff or The Lord of Lies both in life and for many decades after his death. The latter title gained him a resurgence of interest from younger generations in both Elherion and in Dekleg twice — in the 18th century and then again in the 24th century. Continue reading →
“… to be the only Abby. How fucking lame is that?”
Abseil rolled her eyes at the Evil!Abby in front of her. “You can’t figure out how to be unique enough, you have to be the only one remotely like you. That’s – wow. I mean, okay, I’ve done some ridiculous things in my life. There was that time that I cut half my hair off because Suzanne Talbot was getting too much attention–“
“You didn’t do that.” Abby narrowed her eyes at her. “That’s ridiculous. I didn’t do that.”
“Nope.” She popped her p. “Because even being the same person, biologically, originally, we’re different people. We came from different universes. We made different choices. And you, you’re the absolute idiot who went around killing the results of every choice you didn’t make. I mean, seriously. You had the ultimate resource to learn exactly how other choices could have gone and you… turned into a murder spree?”
A dart flew over her head and thunked into the window. Deline rolled up to her knees and grabbed the knife she’d been holding to Carrone’s throat. She gauged where the dart had come from, rolled up several feet away from where she’d gone down, and found herself facing empty air for a heartbeat.
She turned and ducked down as another dart flew, just catching the edge of her tunic as she listened, this time, were there — of course there weren’t footsteps. A breath, another breath — if they fled, they’d come back again. If she didn’t move, they’d be most likely to flee.
Carrone’s trews were sitting on the floor between them. She gestured quickly to him; he nodded, scooped up the trews, and shifted to the foot of the bed.
She counted down on her fingers: 3, 2,1 — on one, he popped around the side of the bed and threw the trews in the air. The dart went through them as she took the second she needed to spot her target and threw her dagger.Continue reading →
This is a little outside of my normal blog topic scope, but today I am going to talk about Dollar General, specifically Dollar Generals opening in poor rural neighborhoods.
There are lots of articles about this. I mean lots. Dollar General actually has a practice of opening (to quote one blog post, “where Wal-Mart won’t go,” which makes the pundits talk about “shutting down Mom & Pop stores.”
Which – might be true in some places. I don’t live in an urban area right now, although I know that most of the grocery stores left downtown Rochester when I was a teenager. Your options are the corner bodega, the one sort of sketchy Shur-Save, or take a bus (or drive, if you can afford a car) out to a Wal-Mart or a grocery store on the edges of the town.
Where I live – Where I live, there’s not even the old half-carcass of a former grocery store. If you want groceries, you drive/take the bus into town. Or you buy them overpriced and stale at the gas station – which is what a lot of people I ride the bus with did. Continue reading →
I love posting tiny fics on Mastodon on occasion (see the tootplanets for one series there), but Mastodon, like Twitter, is inherently a bit ephemeral.
I’m going to begin with an archive of all the tootfics I’ve posted that I can find (mostly from the Read Me Elsewhere posts) and attempt to update this as I go.
Microfiction is very small fiction, designed to be a whole tale (hopefully), in a small package. 50-word fics, drabbles (100-word fics), 6-word fics (See the Hemmingway example) – these are subsets of microfiction. So are tootfiction – fics designed to fit in a toot (The Mastodon version of a tweet) or, in common usage, several toots. Tweetfic is harder (less characters, although 280 is better than 140 for this) but is the same concept.
As Shakespeare said, “Brevity is the soul of wit.” Which translated into modern language means, “Everyone should write and read microfiction.”
What is Microfiction?
It’s a subset of flash fiction—those super short stories typically told in 1,000 words or less. Definitions vary, but for the most part, microfiction is any story told in 300 words or less, and could even be as short as a few words. (At Microfiction Monday Magazine, I use the limit of 100 words.)
Mastodon is free to join, by the way, and ad-free; you can read any of the below fic, however, just by clicking through – you don’t need to have an account!