Things I have learned that you never say, because you are simply tempting fate, Volume LIII:
Oh, I’m not worried about our pipes. The one pipe in our house that COULD freeze was replaced when it froze years ago.
Saturday morning we woke up to a glubbing sound.
Glub-glub is not a sound you want to hear in your house, I assure you. Continue reading
“No shooting Abby!” Liv-home put herself between Liv-Angry and Abby. “None of that! She’s going to get you out of here. You heard!”
“I – what? Yeah, I’ll believe that when I see it but I wasn’t going to shoot Abby.” Liv-angry was now more like Liv-befuddled. “No, you idiots. I wasn’t going to shoot her. But think about being left here for weeks, months, all by yourself, in a place that appears to have been abandoned by giant rabbit-people!”
“You mean, like you were going to do to us?” Liv’s voice was dangerous, quiet. “Yeah. I can imagine it all right. You’re not the only Liv whose Abby left her, you know. Hell, last mall, we met a Vic whose Abby left her. Look, we’re not shooting ourselves or Abby or anyone else.” Continue reading
The poll has spoken! Friendship is not only magic, it will be the theme of February’s Patreon!
https://www.patreon.com/aldersprig
I’m looking forward to some fun prompts for this month.
If you have some good ideas, now is a great time to wander over and join up at the $5 “To-do-list” level (where you get to sneak ideas onto my to-do list) or higher; since I’m about to go fix a broken pipe, might be a good time for the “toolbox and recipe box” level and since I’m on a map kick, you might enjoy the Map Case tier.
Too much? Enjoy all the stories at the $1 level!
First: Running in the Bear Empire
Previous: Buttons
Next:34: What’s Your Name?
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Author’s Note: This chapter is as the title says, literally.
That is, they have sex. There is no conversation and no plot in this chapter, so if you’re not interested in the sex, you can safely skip this week and go to 34: What’s Your Name?
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Hi guys!
Sometime over December-January and my, uh, slight burn-out, I ran out of buffer on all but Hidden Mall (which has very short chapters). This leads to a stressed Lyn.
I am going to take next week (except Hidden Mall, already scheduled) off of posting fiction here – hopefully (fingers crossed) I’ll get Edally re-started next Tuesday. Everything currently posting (Haunted House, Funerary Rites, Row-Mance, Arcology prompts) will return the week afterwards.
There will still be fiction on my Patreon! I may manage to update AO3 as well, and hopefully also Ko-Fi.
Cheers,
Lyn
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“Sir. Put the girl down.”
“I don’t like people getting in my business. I don’t people assuming things that aren’t true,” Erramun-as-Eddy snarled. Senga sort of wanted to be down, because the tension in the guards’ voices sounded like it was ratcheting up and she couldn’t see their faces.
“We’re not getting in your business. We’re just gonna call a taxi for the girl, okay?”