This story is a follow-up to the sixth one to my Squish-Squash, Pumpkins and Gourds Prompt Call.
This story is Fae Apoc, BeeKeeper – it is set before the Beekeeper series. The unnamed guy in this story is Amrit, and Roger is the sausage vendor.
There were often strangers at their market.
That was why they’d set it up where they had – the highway might not be quite the hub of traffic it once had, but it was still a broad, easy way for people to move, and they still used it (once Roger and the others had cleared out enough cars to make 2 lanes passible again). Continue reading
I have written some Pumpkiny Squash Stories!
If you want more, comment on the stories! First two with 5 comments, then 7 comments, and so on…
The Original Call can be found here: http://www.lynthornealder.com/2020/10/07/squish/
Pumpkin Patch – Stranded World, Summer, Melinda, and Bishop. A trip to a pumpkin patch and some interesting discussion.
The Pumpkin Witch – a story, a tale, a myth, a truth?
A Voluntary Offering – You can find all sorts of things in Crossroads Park. Including squash.
Heirloom Gourds – the Aunt Family. Cordelia’s neighbors grow heirloom gourds.
Heirloom Smiles – Cordelia may have more in common with her neighbors than she expects.
Orange – Stranded. Autumn setting up a harvest display.
Squashed – fae apoc. Sometimes the bad guys are right behind you. Sometimes you have to be creative to stop them.
Growing Home – Fae Apoc (but fluffyish) – when what you have is a garden and what you need is home…
Pumpkin Diplomacy – when snowed in, you have to do something.
This story comes from my Squish-Squash, Pumpkins and Gourds Prompt Call and is a follow-up to Heirloom Gourds. Brett and Enid were mentioned and present in Exhaustion.
As with most good things, Cordelia found she couldn’t leave well enough alone when it came to her neighbor with the amazing squash.
More so when, over the short, decorative fence, she could see that her new neighbor Millie was having victors. Continue reading
This story is the eighth one to my Squish-Squash, Pumpkins and Gourds Prompt Call. It comes pretty much exactly after Lexiconal.
At least when you were snowed in, you had no shortage of ice packs.
Maddy held one to her face, where she’d gotten in the cross-slapping of swinging dictionaries. Continue reading
This story is the Seventh one to my Squish-Squash, Pumpkins and Gourds Prompt Call.
This story is Fae Apoc, but nothing is needed to be known about the setting to read it except there is an apoc and magic exists.
Winter was fast approaching – well, it was September, but that was close enough to start worrying – and, as Grishma looked around her little clearing, she realized she had no more shelter than she’d had last year.
Last winter had been brutal. There were things Grishma was good at and things she wasn’t, and one of the things she really wasn’t all that good at was, well, surviving in the wilderness. Continue reading
This story is the sixth one to my Squish-Squash, Pumpkins and Gourds Prompt Call.
This story is Fae Apoc, BeeKeeper – it is set before the Beekeeper series. Sorry Momerath, I was being a bit of a brat (I prefer not to write continuations of extant long series as part of a prompt call. 🙂 )
What you need to know about the setting/story: Mieve is a hermit who can talk to/control insects; the apocalypse is rather recent; most trade right now is in barter.
She hadn’t left the clearing in almost six months and, as she walked around the market, Mieve remembered why. Continue reading
This story is the fifth one to my Squish-Squash, Pumpkins and Gourds Prompt Call.
Stranded ‘Verse, after Family Distancing.
“There’s way too much orange around here.”
The woman was probably five years too old to be a Karen.
(Autumn was dreading the first time that someone called HER Karen.)
What she was, other than just past Karen-hood, other than wearing her cheap paper mask poorly (her nose was showing) and wielding her overpriced designer purse like a weapon, was obnoxious.
“It’s Autumn,” Autumn explained, from behind the protection of her very nice tie-dyed (orange and yellow) mask. “It’s a harvest display.” Continue reading
I have plans for Autumn and Winter!
October: The Squish-Squash Prompt Call! Check it out and leave a prompt; comment on stories you want to see continued.
October, too: Preptober! Gonna end up starting a little late – probably tomorrow, maybe as late as the 15th.
November: NaNoWriMo! I’m going to do a series of completions, and maybe a story for submission.
December: Map-vent. A new event I’m making up. 25 days of maps. Or work on maps. Mapping on Maps.
Late December: Live Writing Day – see this tag – http://www.lynthornealder.com/tag/livewriting-day/ – for past years of livewriting days! I have off: Friday, December 25-Friday, January 1, 2021. One of these days (probably Wednesday), I will be doing a full day of writing.
This story is the fourth one to my Squish-Squash, Pumpkins and Gourds Prompt Call.
Aunt Family, new characters.
“Those are heirloom gourds. Hi, I’m Millie! Just move in?”
The woman waving at Cordelia had clearly interpreted her confused gaze. She was standing in – well, probably in a patch of heirloom gourds. Her tiny city backyard was absolutely full of vines. Vines, and giant leaves, and, presumably, gourds somewhere in there, and in the middle of it, a woman in a green dress, her hair curled up on both sides of her head like Princess Leia. She’d been carefully picking over the vines when she saw Cordelia.
Who cleared her throat, feeling a little caught out. “Hi, yeah. Hi. We just moved in. Or, uh, I mean, we just bought the place, we’re not moved in yet. I…”
She waved the piece of fence she was holding as if that somehow explained things. Continue reading
This story is the third one to my Squish-Squash, Pumpkins and Gourds Prompt Call.
After The Fairy Road and Planting Some Good on my blog and The Cats’ Ways, Community Service and Time Passes on Patreon and then Weird.
Whitney was no longer sure how long she’d been working on Crossroads Park, cleaning it up, replanting it, giving voice to its ghosts and names to its skeletons. She still went to her day job most weekdays, even if she found her boss was giving her more and more assignments that focused on the park – she hadn’t mentioned it, because it was convenient and did leave her a couple hours of free time a week she otherwise would’ve been spending researching said park – she spent most evenings in the park, cleaning up old messes of landscaping and planting new things, and, in some areas, taking care of the annual maintenance that her new plantings required – and she spent most weekends wandering around the city, learning more about it and, by connection, about the park. Continue reading