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Through the Door

Aug1

After Gone Rummaging

If asked, I would have said I stepped through the door on a whim, on a fancy – it’s a pretty door, so let’s see what’s on the other side.

I would have said I hadn’t expected anything to happen. It’s a door frame standing on its own, in the back of a garage sale in the back of an old yard.

I wouldn’t exactly have been lying, although I wouldn’t exactly have been telling the truth. Certainly, I picked up the silver letter opener on a similar whim as I stepped through; this could come in handy.

In handy where, why, you ask?

Why, on the other side of the Door, of course.

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Biting the Foot, a drabble of Dragons next Door for the Random Bingo Card

Mar12

To [personal profile] kelkyag‘s prompt to my other bingo call.

This fills the square “Biting the Foot,” and references the dragons’ pet Tay-tay, described here

Some people’s neighbors had dogs.

Some people had people for neighbors, or at least humans.

Carl didn’t know why his wife had insisted on moving to Smokey Knoll, or why they’d bought the house across from the dragons (except that the only other humans lived nearby), but he knew that the dragons had a pet, an erbiss, a blue-green dog-lizard thing.

And the erbiss had grabbed on to the foot of Carl’s friend Don, and would not let go or be removed.

And the damn human neighbors were laughing.

“They can sense malice, you know.”

Some people had human neighbors.

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Betting Time

Mar12

This is to [personal profile] kelkyag‘s prompt to this bingo card.

It fills the “Greed” square.

It is part of my Space Accountant setting and comes before Accident and after Betting on It.

They were playing Flotsam, Genique and the two young men, wagering with time, their own free time, and Genique was losing.

She was losing, it appeared, badly. She was down thirty-six hours and a massage, most of it to Marsey the hitter, but a few hours here and there to Darretchon the hacker.

And Marsey had plans, she could tell, for every one of those hours. He was licking his lips. It would have been flattering, if it wasn’t a bit scary.

“One year.” He flicked the chips in.

Genique tried not to smile. The boy was hungry.

“One year.”

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Born of a Fish, a drabble of Fairy Town for the Random-Bingo

Feb28

To [personal profile] kelkyag‘s prompt to my other bingo call.

This fills the square “Born of a Fish”[Aarne–Thompson classification system #705] square and is from my Fairy Town ‘verse.

There is a fountain in the park that never goes dry and never freezes.

In this town, that’s more than a bit notable. The fountain is never touched with graffiti, never littered in or near; the grass is always trimmed and the stonework perfect.

It looks as if it goes down forever. It looks as if it is a portal into some distant sea. And the fish there are big, and fat, and beautiful.

Babies come from there, sometimes, when the need is strong, popping out of the water as if born from the fish.

And sometimes babies vanish there.

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A Locked Chest is Locked for a Reason

Feb24

To [personal profile] kelkyag‘s prompt to my other bingo call.

This fills the square “A Locked Trunk.”

“Come on, Radar.” Beryl had a handful of kitty treats, not because she thought they would work, but because she was out of other ideas.

“It’s a chest, Radar, and Aunt Eva told us to go look up here.” Stone was still going by the logic-works-on-cats theory. Which might normally be the case with Radar, but right now, he was arched, spitting, and angry.

On top of the chest they were supposed to look in.

“We need g’Aunt Sarah’s diaries. Aunt Eva needs them.”

The arching settled down. “Evangaline – only Evangaline – should touch those,” Radar snarled.

Beryl sighed. “Well, dragonhorns.”

Even a Locked Chest must be unlocked: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1121042.html

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100-word stories

Feb6

My card lives here and on LJ.

Story: For All Time
Prompt:Foolish Wishes 750A(French)
Setting: The Aunt Family
Warnings: Paradox

Story: Cherry Blossoms
Prompt: Cherry Blossoms
Setting: Stranded World
Warnings: grief

Story: Accident
Prompt: Accidental Marriage
Setting: Space Accountant
Warnings: none

Story: Gone Rummaging
Prompt: Rummage Sale
Setting: none
Warnings: None

Story: Treacherous Sister
Prompt: The Treacherous Sister
Setting: The Aunt Family
Warnings: treachery

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Bingo Row – 5-100-word stories from the Generator Card

Feb6

My card lives here and on LJ.

Story: For All Time
Prompt:Foolish Wishes 750A(French)
Setting: The Aunt Family
Warnings: Paradox

Story: Cherry Blossoms
Prompt: Cherry Blossoms
Setting: Stranded World
Warnings: grief

Story: Accident
Prompt: Accidental Marriage
Setting: Space Accountant
Warnings: none

Story: Gone Rummaging
Prompt: Rummage Sale
Setting: none
Warnings: None

Story: Treacherous Sister
Prompt: The Treacherous Sister
Setting: The Aunt Family
Warnings: treachery

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Treacherous Sister, a drabble of Aunt Family (Zenobia) for the Random Bonus Card

Feb6

This is to [personal profile] kelkyag‘s prompt to this bingo card.

It fills the “Treacherous Sister” square.

Zenobia is the post-American-Civil-War Aunt in the Aunt Family; her tag is here and the family landing page is here.

The Icon (in DW) is of another Aunt, Ruan. I don’t have one for Zenobia yet.

This is semi-concurrent with Securing One’s Own Legacy.

It was odd things that tipped you off.

The way your sister Alexandra wore her hat when she went out; the way your sister Bernadette tried not to giggle when Alexandra stepped out, the way your mother was more fierce than normal with the knife, preparing dinner, and more generous than usual with your portions.

It was odd things that saved you – the necklace your grandmother had given you, that whispered warnings, the flowers an uncle had shared, that gave off a dangerous odor, the way Alexandra never could learn to step lightly, even when she was plotting murder.

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Gone Rummaging

Feb4

To [personal profile] meridian_rose‘s prompt to my other bingo call.

I didn’t know what I needed; I just knew something was lacking. Rummage sales were perfect for that, so I went… rummaging.

The third sale on the block was something different, an old house I didn’t remember seeing, tables all over the yard and in to the garage, boxes all over the tables and onto the ground. Old almanacs in foreign tongues, old gizmos with foreign faces, old dresses with antique laces.

In the back corner of the garage, I found it: a door frame with door, both carved all over. Something about it – of course I stepped through.

Next: Through the Door

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For All Time, a parable of the Aunt Family for the Random Bingo Card

Jan30

To [personal profile] meridian_rose‘s prompt to my other bingo call.

Content warning: paradox?

They told the tale, sometimes, when they were all in their cups.

How an ancestor had come across a genie’s bottle, wished for power, and gotten the Sight, the Skill, and the Spark – power more than she could use.

How she’d wished this power on her family line for eternity, so that all her daughter’s daughters could see, touch and, most importantly, share what she couldn’t handle.

How, overwhelmed one night by the noise and clamor of four generations of witches, the distraction of so much family, she’d wished she’d never married nor borne children.

“And here we are.”

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