Read "Part of Your New Life"

Thursday, October 30th, 2014 02:40 pm
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"Outnumbered and Outclassed" is up on LJ, the next poem in the Damask thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.
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"It can't be done."

Asta looked at the pile of books, then at the broken lightbulb spread across the table. She looked back at the books, and then, finally, she looked at her cousin. "It has to be done, Maeve."

"You know what the Humpty Dumpty rhyme really means."

"I know." Asta bit her lip. "Once something is done, it is done. Once someone is cursed, he is cursed. Once a vow is vowed, it is set in stone."

"And yet..."

"And yet I need to break the vow, un-curse the curse. I need to put Humpty Dumpty back together again."

"And what makes you think you can succeed where all the king's horses and all his men could not?"

Asta lifted her chin. "Because I am the Aunt."



written to [personal profile] kelkyag's prompt.

The Bridge, a story for Thimbleful Thursday

Thursday, October 30th, 2014 12:38 pm
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"There's no water under the bridge." Geoff stopped midway across the plank structure to stare down at the stones. "I mean, there's a lot of rubbish, and some moss, but there's no water at all, even standing water."

Before Elora could stop him, he'd vaulted over the railing - nearly ripping it off in the process; it wasn't very well-built - and started digging in the rocks with his shovel. "The bridge isn't recent. But if this was a streambed, there should be some sign of water under here. I mean, we haven't seen any evidence that the stream has moved."

"Well, one, it could have moved further ahead of us. Two, it could be the dry season. And three—" Elora was growing very uncomfortable having Geoff down there. "—they could have built the bridge for some other reason than water." She offered him a hand. "We don't know why they didn't want to walk over that area, that area you're standing right on right now, but we know it was important enough for them to waste rare timber on it. Come on, please?"

Geoff didn't move. "I. I think I know why they built a bridge. I'm... I'm sorry, Elora."

~

To September 25th's Thimbleful Thursday prompt, approx. 200 words

Thought Experiments, a story of Impossible Situations

Thursday, October 30th, 2014 10:32 am
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"I'm going to ask you to imagine..."

The classroom, as a single individual, shuddered. They all closed their eyes obediently; they grasped the padded edges of their desks carefully. They began to imagine, as they were told. But they did it all with the air of someone being told to walk themselves to the electric chair.

The teacher either did not notice or did not care. The lights went down, certain switches were flipped, and the electrodes attached to the students' skulls began to do their dirty work.

"...that you and your tablemate were partners in a crime. A theft. And you are now in separate rooms in the jail, while the DA speaks to you about confessing."

None of them opened their eyes. They could not if they'd wanted to, and they didn't need to. They knew who their tablemate was; that never changed. And the scene was already playing out in their heads.

Carrie looked around the interrogation room. The DA was a tired-looking man in his late fifties, his trenchcoat old, his hands older. "We know you did it. The question is if you'll confess first or if your partner will."

She could feel the handcuffs around her wrists. She could feel the cold seat pressing against her bum. She could feel, more, the panic making her heart race, thump-thump, thump-thump.

The DA looked at a monitor. "Looks like your partner panicked and died. You're off the hook this time."

In the front row, one student slumped. The teacher flipped two switches.




Written to [personal profile] thebonesofferalletters' prompt.

No Monster, No Lurking, a story for #3ww

Thursday, October 30th, 2014 10:17 am
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Let some vampires lurk in the shadows. Let some of them hide in dark alleys, creeping along for their prey. Let some of them scrabble from day to day for their blood, hoping to get enough to survive, hoping not to be noticed.

Antonius had decided many, many years ago that he would not lurk, he would not scrabble, and he would not creep. He had decided that he would not leave his prey wounded and dripping in filthy alleyways. He wouldn't sneak into vigins' bedrooms to steal a sweet taste. He was not going to be the one you didn't want to go home with from a bar, nor the one that showed you why good girls and boys didn't walk home alone at night.

Those vampires were monsters, beasts, creatures. Antonius was a gentleman, and he was blessed well going to act like it.

But, of course, he was still a vampire, and as such, he needed blood to live.

He studied human physiology for decades, practicing on volunteers and "volunteers," learning how much he could take from any donor without killing, then how much would cripple the donor, and then how much would leave him sated and the donor still walking.
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Thursday, October 30th

Thursday, October 30th, 2014 09:52 am
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The Daily Report

Okay, I've linked to it a couple times already on Twitter, mostly before it was hooked up to its domain, but I have a new official web presence: http://blueauthorproductions.com. It's not 100% done, but it is ready for visitors. The main purpose of this is to give me a location to use for reaching out beyond my existing fan base, so that when a new project drops it can link back to this one central hub.

This has been something I've been meaning to have put together for a long time, but it's never really panned out. It became a lot more important now that I've got more things being submitted for outside publication. In particular, there's something I've been sitting on since the middle of the summer that's set to go live tomorrow. It's a collaboration, so while I'll be putting it in my spaces, it'll also be going up elseweb. I wanted to make sure that people who get it somewhere else have a way of finding out what else I've done.

The State of the Me

Doing okay.

Plans For Today

I've been picking at that 10,000 word story I wrote last Wednesday since I wrote it, but today it's going to get its final substantial edits before being formatted for submission and sent off.

Weaving a Plan, for #Thimbleful and #FridayFlash

Thursday, October 30th, 2014 09:21 am
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"I never thought this would come in handy. Those underwater basket-weaving classes you took in college, your 'easy a's'..." Amelie shook her head. "I thought you were coasting."

"Everybody thought I was coasting." Brent finished the repair with an elaborate knot. "It's hard to explain that you know you have to learn something. So I went with Liberal Arts because it allowed me to dabble..."

"And used your psychic powers to take classes you knew you were going to need?"

"Well..." Brent swam up. Below, a basket wrapped around a shifting seal, holding an Old One in their place. "Yes."

~

To this week's Thimbleful Thursday prompt, 100 words. Also for Friday Flash.

Colors of Blood

Thursday, October 30th, 2014 12:52 am
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Here is a chemical comparison of different types of blood in Terran lifeforms: red, blue, green, and violet.  So if you want to make alien blood a different color, these are guaranteed viable.

Poem: "Part of Your New Life"

Wednesday, October 29th, 2014 11:49 pm
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"Part of Your New Life" is up on LJ, next in the Damask thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

Tactile Sensitivity Resources

Wednesday, October 29th, 2014 10:35 pm
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A friend asked me for resources on tactile sensitivity in small children. I wrote a response and then realized it would be useful to more people, so here it is. Much of this stuff will generalize to other sensory issues and to adults.

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For those interested

Wednesday, October 29th, 2014 06:45 pm
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I posted a long overdue story for [personal profile] aldersprig, of the post-apoc Addergoole graduate Vidrou's family life.
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to the Thimbleful Thursday prompt from 2 weeks back "For XYZ reasons;" 393 words

"So, she went right into the middle of a Blank zone. Just walked through it, like there weren't Creatures still in the air and only the skies know what sort of trouble on the ground. Not to mention falling walls and all that standing water...." Grace shook her head. "Who knows what goes through the mind of someone like that?"

"We're talking about Lisette, right?" Rose pursed her lips. "Who knows why she does anything? She's the one that rode below an airship all the way across the Blank Plains. She's the one that brought home an Other just to see what made it tick. She does what she wants, for x, y, and z reasons, and the rest of us just have to stay out of her way."

"You just put up with here?" Grace had only been in Mortin for a few months; she'd been a refuge from a lost town, one of only three survivors. Rose tried to remember that when Grace got... difficult. Judgey. "It seems like she's putting the whole compound at risk."

Rose took a breath. Remember what happened to Mortin. Remember the bodies. Remember the Blanks. "The thing about Lisette is... yes, she does her own things, for her own reasons, reasons that are best not asked about and not worth speculating on. And when the compound was attacked by a wave of Blanks last year, it was Lisette - Lisette, on her own - that saved us."

"But you let her just wander into Blank zones. What if she came back blanked out? What if she contracted some disease?" Grace leaned forward. "What if she let the Blanks in?"

"Lisette is not going to do something like that." Although Rose was beginning to see a picture of how Mortin had fallen. "Lisette does what she does, for Lisette's reasons - but she protects the compound. She's never failed to protect the compound."

"But what if she's wrong? What if, worse, what if she's doing something wrong? You can't just let people wander around for mysterious reasons, and not expect them to turn on the compound! You can't!" Grace's voice was getting louder and louder, shriller and shriller.

Rose kept her voice low and quiet. "Lisette has her reasons for doing what she does. And we have our reasons for letting her."

How to End Worlds and Influence People, Part I

Wednesday, October 29th, 2014 03:41 pm
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Do you want to end a world?

Not this world; that would be messy. Not to mention, if you end the world, you don't have anywhere to sell your stories. Or to buy coffee.

So let's end some other world, shall we?

When I started writing Monster Godmother, I didn't need to end the world; I already had the Faerie Apocalypse rather well set up. I already had lots of apocalypse settings, actually.

But say you need a tailor-made apocalypse for a story idea. Where do you start?
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Dead Gods Bleeding, a continuation of Fae Apoc

Wednesday, October 29th, 2014 02:43 pm
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This story is set in the late apoc of fae apoc, and follows
Mourning Lost Gods and
The Destruction of the Gods
and The Dead Gods Come Visiting
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We'd gotten ourselves as settled as we were going to be, gotten ourselves a little more comfortable with the end of the world, and, most importantly, we'd gotten comfortable with the lack of godlets everywhere. Then a godlet walked into what served us as a house and fell down half-dead.

We were all looking at each other when Kingfisher pulled out his filleting knife. Then it went from a cautious twelve-pointed look to a panicked 11-pointed look. The question was half what is Kingfisher going to do and half what do we want him to do?

"She's a human being..." Kingfisher looked at his knife, then at the stone-skinned girl lying on the floor. "Well, she's a being, and one that isn't trying to kill us. And someone was clearly trying to kill her. Makes her, if not an ally, then not our enemy right now."

There was another look around the room. Finally, it ended up being me that had to speak up.

"It's logic, I guess." I looked down at the elf on the floor. She looked so harmless. Then again, they often did. "But when she wakes up, we're gonna need promises of no-harm and no-brain-fuckery from her. First thing, no hedging."

"I agree totally." Kingfisher leaned over to speak to to her, although I'm not sure she could hear him. "I'm going to cut the arrow out, miss. This is going to hurt a lot."

She didn't answer, but, then again, when the knife went in, she didn't moan, either. She didn't make any sound at all, not when he cut around the arrow-head, not when he pulled it out.

"Did you kill her?" Jason leaned forward. Worried or relieved? I couldn't tell.

"With this?" Kingfisher waved his steel knife around. "Hardly. They might have, though."

"I.." The elf groaned. "You want... promises."

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Poem: "Running Rings"

Wednesday, October 29th, 2014 01:05 pm
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This poem was written outside the prompt calls. It was inspired by the "sports and games" square in my 9-29-14 card for the origfic_bingo fest. It has been sponsored by an anonymous donation. This poem belongs to the Danso & Family thread in the Polychrome Heroics series.

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Live-In, a story for the Dungeon Cave call

Wednesday, October 29th, 2014 01:25 pm
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It had started out horribly.

Sara had allowed Adrian to move in with her out of something like compassion and something like building-good-karma: he'd ended up in a bad spot with his last roommate, so when he lost his job he had no place to stay, no savings, not even a futon. Sara was doing pretty well, so easy enough for her to let Adrian sleep on her futon.

And that was fine, but Sara wasn't used to having other people in her space, and Adrian wasn't used to not having something to do, so for the first three weeks all they did was yell at each other (mostly Sara yelled) and pester each other (mostly Adrian pestered).

It was a disaster, and all their friends knew it. Until Sara, absolutely done with everything, turned around and spat out, "if you're that bored, do the dishes!"

And he did.

And then he came back to ask "what next?" and Sara gave him the laundry - and then dinner prep for the next day, and then, when he was still asking her for things to do, suggested he scrub the bathroom floor.

When he took even that without complaint, she took him out and bought him ice cream.

After a couple weeks of this, Adrian stopped asking Sara and just did the things that needed doing. After a couple more weeks, Sara found herself relying on it. If Adrian did the dishes, she could write for twenty more minutes. If he did the laundry, she could steal ten minutes at the coffee shop. If he cleaned the floor... it was clean for the first time since she'd bought the apartment.

And then Adrian got a job.




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Written to [personal profile] perfectworry's prompt
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Wednesday, October 29th

Wednesday, October 29th, 2014 10:42 am
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The Daily Report

I'm in an odd state for me, which is being terribly excited about things that will be happening days, weeks, and months away. I think that very soon I'm going to have to a spate of things for more immediate release, just to keep myself engaged. I've been having a high-energy period, but I doubt I can sustain it all the way through January, which is when some of the things I have in the works will come to fruition.

I do have a few little things planned for Friday, to ring in Halloween. One is a newsletter that will contain some monstrously short pieces of microfiction. The other is a collaboration with one of my favorite poets that has been quietly in the works since July. Again, it's a small thing, but one I'm proud of.

The State of the Me

Today I slept in a bit, which made up for the previous night's interrupted sleep insofar as such things can be made up. It's a slow-start day all around, though.

Plans For Today

Due to the general lethargy and the fact that I have some errands to run, I'm keeping it light. I will primarily be focusing on writing Tales of MU. I think next week is going to be the last week of the fixed T-Th schedule, leading back into "every other week day", but that's going to depend on me going into next week a week a head.
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Rock, Hard, Now What?

“How do we get through this? I’ll tell you how. Let me go. Then I can get out of this damn place, and I’ll be just fine.” He flexed against the chains, digging their edges into his skin. “You can fend for yourself.”

“Not going to happen. Letting you go is suicide for me - and the king’s soldiers will hunt you down.”

He growled. “Damnit, woman, I’m not going to bow and scrape for a year like some slave.”

It didn’t seem to bear pointing out that, technically, he was a slave. “Nobody’s asking you to.”

“Sure as blazes sounds like it.” He shifted his weight from one knee to the other.

“No.” The princess shook her head slowly. “I am asking you to agree to live in my suite for a year and to refrain from killing people - especially me - for that year.”

“While being your slave.”
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Written to [personal profile] rix_scaedu's commissioned continuation.

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First: Visiting Doomsday
Previous: Classrooms of Doomsday



Kheper nodded at Luke. Luke nodded back at Kheper. Nobody needed to be a succubus to sense the tension in the air.

The students weren’t, Luke assumed, all in the room yet - there were three there, one in just-grey-white-and-black, one with the same red accessories and accents that Nehara was wearing, and one wearing light green and pink. All three of them, almost in unison, looked at their professor, looked at each other, and turned to look at Luke.

He flared his wings and, feeling immensely self-conscious under the gaze of three teenagers and one boy he still thought of as a teenager, bowed again. He cleared his throat. “Ah, hello. Professor - Agislaw. Jae’Law-Shield.”

The boy in pink and green gasped. Luke schooled his face and waited for Kheper’s response.

The boy - man, he probably deserved that much - bowed back in response. “Sa’Hunting Hawk. Luke. Principal Doomsday told me you were visiting, but I didn’t know you’d be taking in my humble class.”
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Written to @Inventrix's commissioned continuation.

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