Patreon Page

Jun18

I have opened a Patreon Page here:
http://www.patreon.com/aldersprig

Words will continue to appear on this DW regardless of the success or failure of the Patreon, but I am curious to see how it might work.

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Change of Plans

Jun18

First: So, Who Are You?.
Previous: Think Before You Deal

Do you want him?

Blaecleah stood. Tried to stand. “Hey! Hey, that wasn’t the deal! That wasn’t what I agreed to.” He was still kneeling. Damnit. He tried to stand again. Failed again. “I agreed to be yours.”

“Shh. Steady.” Sedge dropped a hand on his shoulder. His hand was warm and soft, big. Blaecleah shifted his weight from knee to knee.

“This wasn’t what I agreed to.” This time his voice was quiet. He sounded like a kid. That’s not what he wanted, either. “We had a deal. You don’t think I can hack it?”

“I’m pretty sure you could. But you don’t give off the vibe of being into guys – are you?”

Into. “Is this whole place about sex?”

“Well, yeah.” Sedge laughed. “I mean, there’s magic and classes, too, but yeah, really. We’re teenagers and there’s a world to repopulate. This place has a lot of sex.” He tapped the back of Blaecleah’s neck. “This, being Mine, it’s generally a lot about sex.”

Blaecleah twisted to look up at Tall Guy. Sedge. “I. Um. I dunno. Never done sex. Might like guys?”

“Look at ‘Obe and tell me if you’d rather do her or do me.”

He found his head turning, found himself looking Niobe up and down. Blushing. “Um. Her. But she just said…”

“There’s ways around that. So. You think you can handle a year under her collar? She’s not gonna be easy on you because she’s a girl, you know. The collar’s gonna be tough no matter who you wear it under.”

Blaecleah managed a laugh. “Sounds like you’re trying to sell me on this.” He paused. He swallowed, but the thought wouldn’t go away. “Or just sell me.’

“Does sound like you’re trying to convince him more than me.” Niobe’s hand landed on Blaecleah’s shoulder. “Which is fair. What do you say, Blaecleah?”

“I’m not trying to back out of the deal.” It felt like the ground was falling out from under him. “I’m not. I can handle it. I said I could handle it.”

“I believe you, kid. I do. What do you say, ‘Obe?”


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Faerie Apocalypse – the apocalypse will be liveblogged

Jun17

The Apoc

In the end of May, 2011, strange things started happening all over the world. Follow along with [personal profile] faeapoclive, [twitter.com profile] faeapoclive, and [tumblr.com profile] faeapoclive as the apocalypse unfolds

May 18-24

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21 may 2014
TRAFFIC STOPPED BY CIRCULAR POLLUTION

ATHENS, Greece (AP): A strange cloud of pollution has been obscuring a main boulevard here for two days; traffic has been backed up, and all alternate routes are either clogged or have been closed to allow emergency vehicles to travel through.

The cause? A circle appears to hang in mid-air. The flat shape, approximately eight feet in diameter and about one foot off the road surface, faces at an angle onto the main road. From the side, it is completely invisible.

The circle appears harmless; a stray dog jumped through it in curiosity and was unharmed, but pens and other inanimate objects will hover in mid-air or vanish entirely.

The Grecian authorities say they will keep the road closed until they can determine the origin of the strange circle of air, and whether or not it is harmful to humans or to vehicles.

May 25-31

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27 may 2014
WITCHES AND DEVILS?

EDITORIAL: It has long been known that the peak of the Brocken, near Schierke in Saxony-Anhalt, is the center of many of the worst gatherings of witches and demons throughout the centuries.

Many well-respected organizations have tried, without success, to have human traffic on the mountain banned, as such traffic only provides fuel for those monsters who dwell there.

But still teenaged children will go to the mountain to “party.” Still college-ages students will go up there to indulge in sinful acts.

And now, now the gate to Hell has opened up upon the mountain, and all of our sins will come crashing down on us. Beware, people! Repent! The time of doom is on us soon!

June 1-7

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2 jun 2014
“SAVE THE DOORS” CLAIMS RESPONSIBILITY FOR WORLDWIDE DISTURBANCES

PORTLAND, Oregon (AP): A nonprofit origination, Save The Doors, is claiming that all of the “portals” that have opened recently are their responsibilities.

In a rambling ten-page statement, the organization has laid claim to the strange occurrences that have been taking place all over the globe. They say that the so-called “portals” are their doing, the result of a massive “ritual” designed to open the doors between worlds.

“The doors are opening,” they claim, “and they must remain intact so that they may open completely…. Our soldiers will be taking control of ever and every one of the doorways in the coming weeks, to be certain that they open properly.”

Seven governments, including the US, Germany, and Vanuatu have repudiated this organization & their claims.

June 8-14

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5 jun 2014
MAN CARVES GIANT STAR INTO PUBLIC LAND

FORT VALLEY, Georgia (AP): A local man has caught the attention of his neighbors – and the internet – by digging a thousand-foot “devil’s trap” on fallow land owned by the county.

The twenty-acre lot behind Glen Carlson’s property was once owned by the Carlson family, before being seized for tax evasion in the seventies. Neighbors say that the Carlsons never stopped using the property – but that until now, their use has been secretive and quiet.

Now, with the carving of a thousand-foot heptagram (seven-sided star) into the sod, Glen Carlson has announced his trespass; in addition to the physical evidence, he has admitted on camera that he created the giant shape “to trap the demons that are coming.”

The Carlson family and the town of Fort Valley remain silent on the subject.

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Journaling Try 1 Day 1

Jun17

Yesterday I:

~ Worked. Waking up was hard.
~ Stacked wood. We have wood. We have So Much Wood (over 4 full cord to move).
* found a chunk of asphalt in the wood. Don’t think we’ll burn that .
~ Finished taking apart the old, broken, yard wagon, with a modicum of swearing.

– Watched the end of an episode of Cutthroat and 1-1/2 episodes of Almost Human with T., then an episode of Supernatural with myself.

~ Wrote 1837 words
~ Logged all calories
~ Walked to the post office/bank (wow, it was hot yesterday

Dinner was salmon, pan-fried, with roasted vegetables (Brussels sprouts, asparagus, garlic, onion) and the last of the farmstand bread with a bit of fancypants butter. Dessert: standard Tollhouse homemade chocolate-chip cookies and then a sip of raspberry liqueur whilst T. pulled the last of the hawthorn thorn out of my finger.

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Old Stories and old Fates, a continuation of Fairy Town (More-please)

Jun16

This comes after The Church in the Park and is written to a more-please request.

It is part of my Fairy Town setting.

Some things could only be written in blood and etched in stone.

Some fates could only be erased with sacrifice, changed with pain, altered with devotion and the strongest of emotions: love, terror, aw.

Some stories could be moved from their place in the Book of Life, but only if one had the proper needle, the proper sinew, the proper glue to settle them in their new place.

Bishop Macnamilla knew these things, more than most and definitely more than a man of faith in any other city might know. He knew where the tools could be found, for those things that had tools. And he knew what elements were needed, when it was not something one could change with tools.

There were things he had not learned, however – stories that had been taught to him wrong, pages that had been left out of his book.

All of those things that he had not learned were coming to a head.

It took the fae very little time to find him, a Bishop, a Man of Faith standing at the Godsplace. They slunk and skittered, snuck and slipped up to him, whispering to each other, whispering to him.

Is this the one that killed so many? Is this the one who shed so much blood?

Is this the one come back to us? Does he know where he is? Does he know what that is?

Does he know? It this him? The whispers swirled around the Bishop like a storm, brushing against him, ruffling his clothes but never quite getting through. It didn’t matter. They didn’t matter. Nothing mattered now but the task in front of him.

Does he know? He did not, not the way the faeries meant it. But he knew this spot – this stone that looked as if it were a table, the stones that looked like a doorway. He knew the crosses set in the ground around it.

And he knew that if he shed the right blood onto the stone, the world would change forever.

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Planting!

Jun16

I’ll try to get pictures soon (keeps raining, that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it) but I finally got winter squash in the garden yesterday:

2 spaghetti squash
1 “carnival” squash
1 “table ace” squash
1 Buttercup
and, sadly, only one
1 Butternut squash (everyone was out!)

We already have one yellow crookneck summer squash and several cucumbers in, and I may replant the volunteer squash plants that came up in a yet-unfinished bed from my compost.

Now I just need to eat the last butternut from last year’s crop!

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Escape From Rochester (Camp Nano July’14 project) Prequil Vignette: Dorian

Jun16

Fifth in a series of stories leading up to my Camp Nano Project – this one stars Dorian.

For information on the events they’re discussing, see [tumblr.com profile] faeapoclive and [twitter.com profile] faeapoclive

Landing page here.

“I don’t get it.” Dorian’s shoulder was touching mine. I didn’t think she noticed, that or the way her knee was pressed against mine, or the way the short curls of her hair were wrapped around her ear.

Because I didn’t think she noticed, I tried not to notice. We weren’t here to talk about physical contact; we were here because she wanted to take the world apart and put it back together, and I’d suggested I might have a wrench or two.

If not a wrench, I at least had access to a couple parts of the blueprint. So I had pulled out the most useful books on the subject I knew, and I was slowly levitating a leaf in front of Dorian while she poked it with all sorts of instruments.

“I don’t get it.” It wasn’t exactly repeating herself; she’d changed the tone. There was a different it this time, I thought. “Gravity works, it’s one of the constants. So telekinesis oughtn’t work.”

“There are quite a few constants.” I could’ve, I guess, told her everything. Habits break hard, though, and silence was one of the oldest habits. “But look at those ‘portals’ – they’re one of the ways that the universe shortcuts itself. And there’s, well, smaller shortcuts here and there, too.”

“The universe has cheat codes?”

This was a lot easier to explain to gamers and geeks. “Yeah. The universe has cheat codes.

“So what happens if I Up, Up, Down, Down, Left, Right, Left, Right, B, A, Start?”

“Look, if you can figure out the Start button on the universe… let me know.”

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