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
This did not turn out quite like I intended. Like, within a mile of it.
Post-apoc fae apoc, Cya (the woman), and an unknown viewpoint male fae.
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He was not, not exactly, stalking her.
For one, he already knew where she lived.
Everyone in this area of the world knew where she lived.
They might not have put one and one together and realized that she was who lived there, but she did not always bother with a disguise, and that particularly red hair was like a flag.
Like a beacon. Continue reading
Early in Cloverleaf-era
Sometimes, Cya thought her power had a sense of humor.
She’d learned how to craft specific Find requests, because, if she wasn’t looking for something or someone specific (“nearest unbroken Bleach DVD;” “Leo”), her power had a bad habit of leading her on wild goose chases.
Like today. Like “nearest cache of intact, unclaimed books in an accessible-by-me location, with at least two times the number of unique, intact books as the hours I drive to get there.”
Almost every one of those clauses, she’d added on after learning the hard way that her power could be painfully literal.
Today… today she was staring down at a 45-degree incline that had once been the floor of this library. From the looks of things, it had been tolerably sheltered from weather – this area wasn’t as cold or as wet as Cloverleaf, but it still did get precipitation – and peering down and over, she was pretty sure she’d be able to get more than the required 16 books out of here.
But first, she had to get down there, gather the books, and get back up. Continue reading
Cal and I are writing a fanfic of a story that…. Cal and I wrote.
Year Six: How things might’ve gone, if things hadn’t gone the worst way possible.
A much lighter AU-treatment of a couple characters from Addergoole: A Ghost Story, where Cynara’s dad successfully hid and Leofric got dumped. (Because who says you can’t write fanfic of your own stories? )
You can read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15423672/chapters/35798619. Cal will be posting a “chapter” a day until we run out.
Inspired by Life Extension, by Isaac Arthur.
…People will obviously still leave jobs, but they’re no longer retiring.
You are not going to get the management slot when Sally retires in two years, you are not inheriting Dad’s business, at least not for several centuries.You’re not inheriting his house either.When he does die odds are good he will have several thousand descendants kicking around.
You also now have a de facto gerontocracy….
His sci-fi videos are chewy but really interesting.
A story of Cya Red Doomsday, who does not get old, and one of her descendants, who hasn’t had time to grow up yet. Continue reading
Okay, I guess you shouldn’t let me listen to Imagine Dragons’ Thunder anymore.
This is 100% self-indulgent and I have no idea what timeline it fits in, or anything but that it’s well after the founding of Cloverleaf but before Cya decides it’s time for a new project.
There was a god at the gates of Cloverleaf — floating a little above the gates, to be accurate — and he was declaiming in a loud and booming voice that he was the god of thunder.
The Guard force did not laugh at him, mostly because they had been trained to be polite to visitors, but when the mayor of Cloverleaf arrived, she had no such training and no such manners.
She looked the would-be God up and down — somehow managing, although he was hovering above her position on the wall, to make it look like she was looking down on him. “Boy, you want to be a god of thunder? You have no idea what you’re dealing with.”
She smiled. She had already put a lock on his powers while she walked up here, and she found it was fun to be able to posture a bit.
“Here in Cloverleaf,” she informed the would-be god, “we have the Lightning.”
It needed a proper power chord intro, because she was rock and roll and not anime. One of the far guards indulged her.
Guitar music screamed from nowhere. Someone handled the percussion.
And, as if on cue, Leo arrived.
Originally posted March 9th, 2011.
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They were building it anew.
There hadn’t been much left after the devastation, and the city they’d lived in had been a stinking, rotten, fetid ruin. Better to leave it to the dead and dying, better to leave the diseases to work their course. Those of them who could walk, who could carry a pack, who wanted to live, had banded together and headed for the hills.
Nobody in the Fae Apoc really knows what’s going on, do they…?
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The Grigori would not listen to her.
Natela was not particularly surprised. For one, the Grigori rarely listened to anyone who was not Grigori, and although she had their blood, she was not of them, but by their standards.
This story takes place 50 years past the original story, nearly 40 years after the apocalypse, after the Retirement stories.
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Kailani and Rozen were being followed.
Not exactly followed — more like followed-in-front-of — and not by a person or people. Rozen would have been able to deal with people.
A bonus post, because I was entertaining myself.
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The series of follies – small buildings, in other situations often in formal gardens, designed to be decorative while often resembling some purpose-built building – known most commonly as The Red-Tree Follies dot the landscape in a wavering set of ovals from east to west, providing lovely places for a picnic, for an evening’s rest, or for a small wedding.
This story is set in 1864, one year after Abe Lincoln made Thanksgiving a national holiday. Parties take time to plan, dontcha know?
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Luke knew Mike had set him up the minute he walked into the party.
The way the fancy people in their expensive dresses turned to stare, the whispers that he couldn’t imagine he wasn’t supposed to hear:
Originally posted January 3, 2012.
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Now.
Tom looked at the knife the girl had given him, if you could call it a knife. He didn’t look long; there was a monster in front of him. There had been a lot of monsters in front of him lately, since the – well, since whatever the hell had happened.
Okay, this started out when I was trying to write a story for Patreon (Legends and Myths, Fae Apoc) and sort of failed, but I had this idea about the Council (the ruling body of the “Good Guys” fae, the Shenera Enderaei, the Children of the Law), inherently having no authority to do what they do. And since I’ve played with the idea of Cloverleaf/Boom/Cya facing down the Council before…
This is set some long time after the founding of Cloverleaf, and is non-canon.
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“We are here to see how well you are abiding by the regulations of the Council. Your position as a pro facto dictator here raises a red flag in our books, and we will be here until we have passed judgement or removed you from power.”
Cya looked at the people in front of her. She looked at the woman standing to her left. “This is a ‘Man on the Moon’ situation,” she told the woman.
The woman nodded and vanished. Cya smiled. The expression was small, polite, restrained. People who knew her the best — and only them — knew that it meant she was absolutely furious.
The space of three heartbeats passed. “I do not acknowledge your authority to judge me,” she told the people calmly. Continue reading
Okay, so I was playing around with a roleplay with Cal and Cynara decided to build herself a castle. Well, a play castle, this is ~8×8 with a tower; it’s a shed-sized castle.
The poll has spoken!
The walls between the worlds are thin in October, especially as Hallowe’en approaches. It’s easier to step between universes – or to slip and fall down a rabbit-hole you were never expecting.
This month’s theme is Crossovers – those slips, those falls, those determined steps into another world.
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I mentioned a story about renovations…
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The renovations started in June.
They closed on the house in October — Judy had a feeling about the place; Steve thought it had good bones — and lived with the ugly panelling, the wonky ceilings, the strange toilet all winter long.
As soon as the weather was consistently warm, down came the hideous paneling.