Yadira offered them a place to sleep but seemed not in the least surprised when they didn’t take her up on her offer. She showed them a doorway after that – and seemed more than a bit surprised that they did take that.
“I’m starting to think that it doesn’t matter which door we take,” Abby admitted. “I think it’s more about our, uh, our mindset or something like that. The way we go through the door. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe there’s a formula. But -“
“But maybe we oughta just talk to the malls,” Olly finished. “Because maybe the malls can tell us where we have to go.”
“Or kill us,” ‘Via countered. “Or send us in circles. The malls are not our friends. I don’t know why anyone thinks they are! The malls are-“
“The malls, you heard her,” Liv huffed. “The malls, they used to be benign-“ Continue reading
First: A story featuring a male keeper and a female Kept.
Mélanie brought both hands to her neck. “Obviously-” she started slowly, not sure how anything she wanted to say would be taken, “I can’t be considered to be on the wrong side of a collar, since I’m not on any side of it. Though I think you owe me a piercing of some sort, sir.” She cleared her throat. “And, ah. I want to be here, remember that? Please remember that?”
“Only if you call me Jasper again.” He brushed his knuckles very lightly against the side of her neck, just over her hand. “I haven’t upset you, then?”
“No, sir – Jasper. No, not at all.”
“You’re sure?” Continue reading
“What…. what is it?”
Esuyp had been locked up in the old building for months on end, emerging only to do her required part of the settlement’s labor and fix the things that needed fixing, sometimes to eat and even more rarely to sleep. Qiameth had been running back and forth between Esuyp’s workshop — so they all assumed it was — and the old school buildings, muttering to herself.
Now the thing — the result of every minute of leisure time for two people for over half a year in a settlement where everyone was working steadily — was out in the middle of the Green and the whole settlement was staring at it.
“What is it?” repeated the Eldest. Continue reading
After When the Hills Quake and The Hills Sleep
(Planetary Date 5 Years 6 months)
We’ve had several more close encounters with the terrain moving, enough that, unfortunately, I don’t think that we can justify staying here. There’s just too much living under our feet.
We agreed not to move our settlement, in large part because it doesn’t seem to matter where we move it, since every bit of land appears to be alive. We’ve been more careful with what we put where, although the large terrain-creatures appear to have very tough skins with very few nerve endings. Continue reading
It is finally just about Spring!
But, Lyn, you say, Spring started back in March.
Yes, I saw the calendar.
But let me tell you, I live in the northeast. And “Spring”, as far as I’m concerned, starts when you can go outside without a coat.
Or possibly when the daffodils bloom.
Which my brain suggests is always Palm Sunday, even though that’s not true.
After When the Hills Quake.
(Planetary Date 5 Years 4 months)
From the looks of things, the wolf-hills have a rather long cycle of waking and sleeping.
We have been debating for some time – since “our” wolf went back to sleep – if we should move down to the land that doesn’t move or stay where we are.
Three things stay on the side of staying where we are: Continue reading
I didn’t keep up with those Camp Nano updates very well, did I?
Well, it’s Wednesday, and I made it!
Depending on if we’re using Scrivener’s word counting, Camp Nano’s, or Word’s, I hover somewhere between 24900 and 25200 words.
Since my Camp Nano goal was 20,000, it’s a win! Continue reading
Okay, this was supposed to be short. It is not short. It is a riff off of a comment from a request for dark fic prompts from like 2 months ago.
It took a while.
Damon Rudd had not meant to reform. He had been living a perfectly happy life destroying anything at that pissed him off, thwarting people who got his way (heroes with overdeveloped moral senses usually, Golden Hawk and Wise Ibis and the like), being amazingly rich and getting richer, and more or less doing whatever he wanted to do. This had been working fine, until, walking behind one of his businesses, he found a woman and two children digging for food in his dumpster. This, Damon found, pissed him off. But because he was not an idiot, he was able to see that what pissed him off was not the woman. Continue reading
Abby didn’t think her mouth could get any dryer, her throat and more choked, but that phrase – that idea – where the one who’s killing the Abbies is – made her feel like her mouth was full of sand.
She tried to clear her throat and found herself coughing instead. Liv fumbled in her bag until she managed to press a water bottle into Abby’s hands. “Here, here. Why didn’t you – here, drink.”
Abby sipped the water slowly. “Yes – thank you, Liv.” She sipped more. “I want to find the Abby that’s killing the rest of us.”
Shit, was that secret information? Was I not supposed to say that? Continue reading