Archive | February 2011

Drakeathon, Hour 3!

Feb19

And on we go!

Three stories written, 5 more prompts in the wings, this is fuuuun! 🙂

I received a donation with no prompt, thank you! Do you have a prompt you want me to write to?

See the rules here.

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Drakeathon Begin!

Feb19

The Drakeathon Begins!

Free Fiction From Your Prompts!

During the Drakeathon hours (8 p.m. – midnight EST Saturday and 2 – 6 p.m. EST Sunday), leave a prompt or request and I will write 50 words on that prompt and post it here.

Donate to the Drake Fund and I’ll write 300 words on your prompt for every $5 you donate (up to $50/3000 words); additional perks for donors are listed below.

Signal boosting adds 50 words to the count; someone showing up from your signal boost adds another 50.

The first 3 free prompts each hour and every paid prompt are guaranteed to be written; paid prompts of over 1000 words may be finished after the ‘thon but within 30 days.

If I write to your prompt I will post it to the blog or as a comment in the Drakeathon thread, with the name of the prompter (or another dedicatee if you wish); plus you get a nonexclusive publication right, so you can post it on your own blog or elsewhere as long as you keep the credits intact.

If I merge prompts I will add wordcounts together, thus your 50-word prompt may be part of a 100- or 350-word story, for example.

Prompts should be left as a comment to a Dreamwidth or LJ Drakeathon post.

Donor Perks

* Your Prompt /will/ get written.
* You will be invited to a googledoc to watch me write in real time.

Other perks vary with the total donations I receive:

If I reach $20, I get a pizzaReached!
If I reach $75, everyone who donates will get a printed-and-snailmailed or pdf-and-e-mailed prettified version of the story from their prompt
If I reach $150, there will be an e-book of the stories from these prompts; sponsors will get a free copy
If I reach $225, the e-book will include a never-before-seen short story of 1500-3000 words written for this anthology
If I reach $300, there will be a print book, and donors will receive a discount on said book.
If I reach $375, the e- and print book will have professional art for the covers & a second new short story.

What won’t you write?

Anything that really squicks me. That’s generally limited to sexual situations involving food, former food, dead things, or kids, but hardcore torture has been known to bother me, too.

Fanfic, or pieces set in other people’s universes, unless it is your universe and you are asking me to write it, or if it’s my universe.

Anything involving hurting animals. Especially cats. 🙁

So what should I prompt you on?

Almost anything! If you want 150 words on daffodils, I shall give you 150 words on daffodils! If you’d like a short piece of erotica, I’m more than willing.
There are a few exceptions, see below.

If you’re stumped, I have several years’ of fiction in my livejournal. Try these tags for ideas:
More, Please – stories people have asked me to continue
FaeApoc – the setting in which my ongoing webserial Addergoole is set
Rin & Girey – a fantasy semi-romance abduction series
Cali – a slavery-and-porn series, sometimes with future!catpeople
“Vas” – a new series of short-shorts of planet exploration and unexpected findings.

If you’re here from Addergoole, yes, I will write Addergoole or Wild Ones Stories.

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Drakeathon! Livewriting Flash Fiction – TONIGHT!

Feb19

The Drakeathon is in a few short hours and I’m getting excited!

I’ve figured out this googledocs thing, so donors will get to actually watch me write *chews nails!*

But if you’re not going to be around tonight, and don’t want to miss out, I don’t want you to miss out either! Feel free to leave a prompt here, let me know if you donated/signal boosted, and I’ll work on them through the evening.

Details here and here.

And here’s the fun donation bar/Paypal button:

This entry was originally posted at http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/7582.html. You can comment here or there.

15-minute ficlet: Denial

Feb18

Originally posted in response to a photo prompt here: go see it, and you’ll know why this had to be fae-apoc Apoc. It ended up being Arnbørg because Wyst & I had been discussing Jamian.

The sky shimmered and rippled like an old parking-lot oil slick, the world stretching and tearing in the bright sunset.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Arnbørg settled the heavy army coat a little more firmly, and pointed a single finger at the sky. The ripples slowed, and then shifted direction, as if looking over their shoulder at their caught tail. The sky bunched and puddle, and a small tear of orange appeared in the blue-red clouds.

“No.” This time, the word had power behind it, a shove like pushing a big dog back to the ground: down, boy. Down. The world tore a little bit more, the ripples frozen in their pushing, and Arnbørg pushed back with a single finger and a single word.

“No.” It may have been the only word of power to ever properly cross those lips, but it would be strong enough. Shoulders set, the slender mutt said it again: “No.”

Through a hole barely big enough, in the scheme of things, to count as a pinhole, thrust the head of a being who at one time had been worshiped as an all-knowing deity. “What?”

“I said no.”

The god worked a shoulder through, only to find himself sucked back into the hole, nothing but his nose and mouth sticking out. “Who are you to naysay my will, child?”

“I am Arnbørg sh’Arvilla by Aelfgar, and I say no.” With every repetition, the slim shoulders swayed, the sky rippled, and the hole in the world shrank.

“What are you to naysay me,” the god roared, but he sounded tinny and far away.

“I am the one who says No,” Arnbørg repeated, “and I say no to your intrusion.” Bony shoulders shook with cold, but the finger remained unwavering until the world stopped rippling and the tear vanished. “No,” whispered with the last thread of strength, and a wry smile as knees hit the ground.

“No.” When Arnbørg had been just past three years old, a tired Arvilla had declared it looked like her contrary child’s sole ability would be to deny everything and anything. At twenty-eight, the slender mutt cheerfully denied a god and proved her mother right.

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