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Original fiction – fantasy, science fiction, horror

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Saturday Story Prompts

Saturday Story Prompts

1. Poetry is prose with all the wrong words taken out.

2. Death was no worse than the doctor’s office, just a boring wait with dreadful hold music until the Eversoul called your number and spat you back out into the world. But reincarnation wasn’t cheap and Mike was looking at two years in debtors prison until he could try again.

3. “There will always be someone worse off in life than you,” Patricia cut her off, “but that’s not the point. It’s not that your life isn’t bad because someone else’s is worse, it’s that it’s not that bad because you are being a drama queen and blowing this out of proportion.”

4. If anyone thought it was a dumb plan, they weren’t saying it and she squashed down the little voice that insisted they were just hoping she would die.

5. They found more cats (or cat-equivalents) on the worlds they visited than they did dogs. The universe was kind to small solo hunters that relied on wit and speed, which should have prepared them for the fact most other sentients lived in small family groups instead massive nations—but they were humans expecting to find humans, not sentients and it took them a while to recognize the difference.

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Saturday Story Prompts

Saturday Story Prompts

1. “Hark! What light through yonder window breaks?”

“Tossing a lamp through a window is not Shakespeare”

“Artistic License!”

“No, that’s more like Artistic Misdemeanor.”

2. The quad was quieter than she expected. Even with the oppressive herd of students gone for the summer, the teachers kept their same quiet rounds like clockwork soldiers.

3. There is plenty of room in space for people who aren’t good at math. Cooking meals, running the on-ship banking, providing religious services—the non-engineering staff outnumbered the hard science degrees three to one, but those weren’t the jobs the Navy advertized.

4. Dragons were grumpy hostile creatures, which was to be expected of any critter harboring a permanent case of heartburn.

5. Upon sober reflection, it really wasn’t that funny. Most things done at 3am whilst insanely drunk with your school chums rarely hold up to scrutiny afterwords, but this (they all agreed) was a new level of stupid.

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Saturday Story Prompts

Saturday Story Prompts

1. “Most of the time when people say can’t, they mean won’t.” She gave him a measured glare.

2. The giant hare rousted itself from its nest with a chuckling grunt, stretching like a cat and showing off incisors the length of Yuem’s forearm. Wiam had met hares before, but never so close and never without his brother’s protection.

3. There’s a difference between frugal and being poor, but she learned quickly not to try correcting assumptions.

4. Ships talk because humans need them to, between the stars lies a vast silence and we’ve never done well with being alone.

5. “No one wants to die, that’s not the point,” she snapped, “it’s that they don’t want you to die. Do you understand? They’re all down there waiting to see what you do so they can react, like ants building living walls to protect the queen—- so stop telling me this isn’t about you. ”

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Saturday Story Prompts

Saturday Story Prompts

1. Behind the trembling twig-like fingers hid a face unlike any she’d seen before.

2. Normally shelter came first, then fire, then food—but they’d settled for two out of three for one too many days and even the strongest of them was starting to fade. She’d get in trouble for using her magic, but meat was more important than acceptance.

3. The unfamiliar desert air is dry and cold, and after a lengthy debate the siege force of giant salamanders is split off from the army and sent south to find another entryway.

4. ‘Not far’ is an arbitrary thing, some folks mean minutes and others mean days, and she’s learned not to depend upon anything that doesn’t come with GPS coordinates.

5. “There’s nothing extraordinary about them, save their color.” He said dismissively. “We’re breeding for fleet minds, strong bodies—- not good luck charms. These are war dogs not house pets, try and remember that next time.”

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Script Frenzy 2012 (or: The Play’s The Thing!)

Script Frenzy

I’ve know that Script Frenzy existed ever since I started NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) back in 2005, but it’s always been in a rather nebulous way.

Script Frenzy was neatly filed away under “Not-NaNo” and thus I didn’t really think about entering.

Which is odd, because I was a theatre major for a bit in college so I’ve done playwriting before… I’ve just never done movies or television and for some reason my brain equated that with ‘script.’

And then I realized ‘script’ also meant ‘graphic novel’… *cue Evil Laughter* Continue reading

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Saturday Story Prompts

Saturday Story Prompts

1. Dehydration is a horrible way to die, but teetering on the edge of dying of thirst is a worse way to live.

2. There are no horizons here, at least not the kind he’s used to. No trees, no mountains, not even the hint of a building to mar the uninterrupted line between the grass and the sky.

It’s decidedly unnerving.

3. Time runs faster here than it does at home, but there’s an art to looking busy and it’s one of the first things my fellow recruits pass on. A nasty head cold is the second.

4. “And another thing–”

“No,” he cut her off sharply. “There will be no more ‘things’. I’m sick and tired of you thinking you have right to criticize my life. You aren’t my mother, hell you aren’t even a tenth of the woman my mother was, so just shut up.”

5. Banishing ducks wasn’t really part of her repertoire; when people summoned her it was normally for demons not waterfowl.

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A Quick Vote for 2012′s Serial Stories

Ye Olde KickAss Muse

The goal for this year is to write six eight-post serial stories in a variety of genres and settings and I’m looking for some input into which ones!

Those of you who have stopped by the Serial Story page can see that the Feb-Apr story is already in the works: “Three Tequila, Floor” from Tales of the Drunken Unicorn‘verse (Comedy, Urban Fantasy). But I’m still pondering what should come next… Continue reading

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Saturday Story Prompts

Saturday Story Prompts

1. Spaceships were giant sterile things, even crammed to the gills with refugees—hard vacuum solves a host of ills and even bedbugs need to breathe.

2. He was a man by night and a cat by day, when all common sense pointed to the curse having the opposite effect.

3. During the long summer afternoons the flowers extended petals as long as a man’s hand, soaking in the sunlight like rain. They curled in upon themselves at dusk and in the coldest deep of the night they glowed, feeding on the hoarded warmth.

4. We look back on our youth as the golden years, but all the younger generations can see is all the things we didn’t have. Happiness didn’t always run on batteries…

5. Tiny mice, no larger than her thumb, poured across the decks in a wave with the cursing cat only a few whiskers behind.

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A Year and Two Novels

Notebooks Away!

Notebooks Away!

Last year was an interesting year in terms of writing. While both of my NaNo attempts were sporadic in terms of meeting daily writing goals, I did get back in the habit of posting the Saturday Story Prompts consistently.

Due to the unexpected arrival of Camp NaNoWriMo in July and August, my summer was much more productive than anticipated (although I did lose the August NaNo rather decisively).

I ended the year with 304 posts, two new NaNo wins (That Don’t Impress Me Much and In Dreams of Trees) and a partially completed short story (The Wolves We Are). Not quite as impressive as I had hoped it would be, but not too shabby nonetheless. Continue reading

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Saturday Story Prompts

Saturday Story Prompts

1. Morning comes much too quickly for comfort, the skies tumbling from deep purple to a clear bright blue as the twin-suns burn the cloud cover away.

2. Just because they knew the risk doesn’t make failure any easier to bear and We’re sorry for your loss echoes hollowly along the empty corridors behind her. They’ll be sorry the next time too, and the next, for as many empty condolences as it takes until she reaches their goal.

3. The hard part about telling stories is figuring out where they begin and end, because there are always ‘and then what’s and ‘but before that’s to wrestle with.

4. “Stop!” He shouted— and then ran smack into his target as the thief complied.

They went down in a tangle of legs and fancy necklaces and came up again with a fair bit of cursing, loose pearls, and undignified scrambles for weaponry.

5. Bert is the best kind of alien: humanoid, non-threatening, with a sunny personality and an endless curiosity about his hosts. For the first week everyone fights over the chance to show him around, but after that the novelty wears off– there’s only so many way to answer ‘but why is that funny/sad/insulting/relevant?’ before they start defaulting to ‘just Google it.’

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Perfect Never Comes

Rough drafts are better than no drafts.

Is that always true? Of course not, but for where I am as a writer I have come to the conclusion that it’s a truth I need to embrace for 2012.

I won’t have polished stories to post in the next year. Not because I don’t want to have them, but because I’m not at a place yet where I have learned how to finish things. Continue reading

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Saturday Story Prompts

Saturday Story Prompts

1. Dancing has always been the best way to raise the dead, but most cemeteries frown on raves.

2. ‘Because’ was never an honest answer, but Virginia quickly found that most people resented anyone pointing out their oversights. Thankfully those few that didn’t mind were often more than happy to continue the conversation, even if they gave her odd looks when they thought she wasn’t looking.

3. Most habitable planets have more ants than elephants, newly terraformed life seems to thrive best in the smaller scales.

4. Their world has narrowed to what lies within the massive crater. The walls are slick black rock that resists any efforts they make to scale it; a massive midnight wall that tops every horizon and looms, omnipresent over the crash survivors.

5. She’s amazed to find there’s ice to be had in the summer desert, even at the merchants’ exorbitant costs. It’s harvested from long metal water beds left out in the heart of the bitter winters and stored in caves carved deep into the bedrock.

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It’s Not a Story Till Somebody Dies (The Wolves We Are)

The Wolves We Are

“Hey, um, writer-monkey?” Cautiously the fictive stuck her head into the bedroom room where the Writer was typing away on her laptop, three dogs and a ghost cat striving to conquer every inch of uncontested bedspread territory. “Got a minute?”

(Ye Olde MuseFic follows, sussing out protagonist motivations — thus Spoilers Ahead!) Continue reading

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Saturday Story Prompts

Saturday Story Prompts

1. Fake gold nuggets aren’t as easy to make as she thought and her first few attempts attract too much attention. She learns from those mistakes and recalibrates the fabricator to produce less valuable, but less alarming currency.

2. Night falls abruptly as they take the first few steps down the path into the valley. The edge of the cliffs slice across the sunset in a sharp black line pitching the lead riders into darkness.

3. ‘Easy come, easy go’ has a way of turning into just ‘easy go’ and it doesn’t take long until they’re broke, but happy.

4. Animals were always nicer than humans, at least to Terry, and he found himself daydreaming of otters stopping in to buy overcoats… But when the store’s door-chime rang, he got Mrs. Wilson and her triplets instead.

5. Cats are no more mystical than dogs, they’ve just got better press.

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Flinging Words at Paper (The Wolves We Are)

The Wolves We Are

So far all I’ve managed to accomplish is gathering the whole story into one document (3,234 words) and opening Q10 to stare morosely at the screen.

Not quite the 750 words a day mini-NaNo I was hoping for.

With no change in wordcount, it hasn’t been that good of a week. I’d blame the fact that I’ve spent a good amount of time playing World of Treadcraft, but a couple hours a night hardly eats up all of my free time. (Being caught up on Hulu is a testament to that fact.)

So enough stalling… time to find out why the story is broken. *rolls up sleeves* Continue reading

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Saturday Story Prompts

Saturday Story Prompts

1. “‘Never bind a demon you can’t kill alone’,” his missing eye burnt red against in the darkness as he recited the Second Rule, “you forget such simple things, my master.”

2. The temperature swings are nearly unbearable, the heat during the day traps them in hastily built dens and the cold at night cuts to the bone. If they can’t find the tunnel entrance tomorrow there’s a chance none of them will make it back.

3. Sky People can’t help but fly, the drive to touch the clouds sings in their blood. By glider and balloon, by plane and by bird, they fling themselves towards the stars every chance they get—if some of them fall, it’s a small price to pay to claim their heritage.

4. Four people leave the forest, pacing out the cardinal directions: North to the lands of ice and winter; East to the coasts of the rising sun and deep salt seas; West to the rolling hills that no man has returned from crossing; and South to the swamps that nibble away at the land, each year consuming five handspans of good solid earth.

5. The city sings them to sleep with the sounds of a life they’d both forgotten in the mists.

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Planning Serial Stories for 2012

Notebooks Away!

Notebooks Away!

I sat down yesterday and hashed out a general plan for 2012 in terms of serial stories. Since I’m leaning towards finishing the stories before posting them, I’ve decided to focus on getting the short stories done first and worry about the serial novels later.

Note: This plan does not include flash fiction, DVD extras, or other shorter/longer works. Everything I’m talking about here is meant to be 8-10k words and run for two months. Continue reading

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Narrowing The Field

Best Laid Plans

Best Laid Plans

I’ve spent the last few days putting around with In Dreams of Trees, but it’s time to put that book aside to ferment and focus on what I need to do in 2012.

It’s odd thinking of writing in the same mindset as I’m thinking about the horses. The idea of non-NaNo deadlines and posting schedules and targeted audience building is strange—but it’s something I need to get settled in before January rolls around. Continue reading

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Saturday Story Prompts

Saturday Story Prompts

1. What-if’s are never binary choices, life is more than ones and zeroes after all, so parallel universes are spawned every second of everyday in an infinite multitude. And if you step through one into its neighbor, the chance you’d notice was very very slim.

2. In the lean years Illsya’s Children live off The People, scavenging their kills and campsites– and The People learn not to look too deeply into the shadows.

3. The stars are brighter here, some small comfort to weigh against their labored breathing and mild hypoxia. He traces the familiar constellations with a shaky finger, showing Mel the footprints of his home.

4. The problem with using magic swords that effortlessly cut through anything was that amateurs still used them as swords instead of scalpels. They swung expecting resistance and found none, turning an attack into a stumble that carved wild paths of destruction. Thankfully they also tended to lop off their own legs, so their ranks were self-policing.

5. Rule 719: The number of problems that can be solved by sitting down and discussing things like rational adults is inversely proportional to the number of rational adults present.

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What I Learned from NaNoWriMo 2011

This post was supposed to go up yesterday, but I’m still recovering from the charge of the light brigade that took me to 50k. Nothing quite like heading into Day 29 with 13k left to write—sigh.

Rampant stupidity aside, now it’s time to look back over November and see what worked and what didn’t. Hindsight may be 20-20, but I have the memory of a drunken hamster so being able to refer to this post when planning the next NaNo is priceless! Continue reading