Archive | June 2011

30daysmeme, Visiting the Neigbors

Jun9

Day 5 of 30 days of Fiction: “5) Write a scene entirely in dialog.”

This is the direct sequel to Hatching, and references “Damn dragons, get off my lawn!”

“I hope the noise isn’t bothering you.”

“Not at all. We were just curious; we’ve never seen a baby dragon before.”

“Oh! Well, come on in, the hatching is nearly over. Mind your step, little Cthannie is teething. Right through here…”

“You’ve done wonders with the place.”

“Oh, well, it had good bones. The ogres didn’t leave much but bones. But it had good bones. And here’s our little darling. Don’t worry, the asbestos diaper will protect you.”

“Oh, eee, adorable! Such tiny little claws and teeth! And those ears!”

“They grow into the ears.”

“And the scales? You two are both such warm, fiery colors, and your baby is blue? I’ve never seen a blue dragon.”

“Darling, you’re being rude.”

“No, not at all. The blue fades after a few months into purple, and shifts to red when they’re nearly grown-up. The middle stage can be a little awkward, though.”

“Oh, you mean like Jimmy? Oh, my, I’m sorry, that was horribly rude.”

“Like Jimmy, yes. Scales peeling, shifting colors in spots. He’s nearly done with the awkward stage now.”

“…”

“…”

“Burrrrrrrraaaap!”

“…”

“…”

“Your baby really is lovely. Do the acid belches last for long?

“Oh, hardly any time at all. Here, let me get that for you. Sorry to be so familiar, but dragon spittle has an acid neutralizer.”

“Somehow, I am not surprised. Congratulations on the newest addition to the Smith family; I think perhaps we should be heading home.”

“Thank you, thank you, and do come over any time.”

“Mommy! Mommy, oooh, ooh, so adorable can I hold it can I please?”

“Ah. Hem. This is our daughter, Juniper. Terribly sorry about that.”

“No problem at all. They seem to be getting along quite well, don’t they?”

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DailyPrompt: Missing

Jun7

From [community profile] dailyprompt

Her lips lingered on his, her hands on his hips, memorizing his taste (salty), his scent (just a bit sour, as it was after a long day of work), the way his eye crinkled at the corners, the way his hands felt on her back. “I’ll be back,” she murmured.

“I’ll be here,” he replied. For the moment they said it, it was the truth. For the moment of their farewell, it was complete, and real, and more than a little touching.

Science and trial and error had shown that humans needed the emotional stepping stones of farewells, of leave-takings. Experience on the long liner trips, though, had shown that things left behind, memories, roots to the earth, did nothing but hamper the pilots and explorers. They needed to be free to fly, and they needed their nest when they returned.

And so there were those like him, and like me, who minded the home fires. Who were there to be lovers and spouses and anchors when the explorers were on earth. Who were there to be forgotten when they left the planet. Loved but never missed. And never knowing what we missed, either, because we, as much as they, forget when our backs our turned.

We cannot waste our time in pining any more than they can. There are few of us, and many of them.

Prompt: what we miss because we forget

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30daysmeme, Hostage Situation (Dragons Next Door Setting0

Jun7

Day 4 of 30 days of Fiction: “4) Prompt: a hostage situation”

I came home from the library to find my husband and our oldest child watching what we affectionately called “the grown-up TV,” the one we didn’t allow the younger children to watch. They were both frowning, their shoulders curled forward in identical postures of unhappiness (if I didn’t have the evidence of my own senses to rely on, I would doubt that our oldest had any of me at all, so close was the resemblance to my husband). They had been fighting a lot lately, so it had to be something monumental to get them this close, this mutually tensed.

“What is it?” I asked, already dreading the answer.

“Hostage situation downtown,” my husband answered tensely. “The baddie’s claiming if they don’t meet his demands, he’ll eat the hostages.”

“What are his demands?”

“Ketchup,” my oldest answered darkly. My glare got a shrug and an aggrieved “what? I mean, it’s not what they’re saying, but even the ogres didn’t like to eat raw meat without some sort of flavor.”

I turned my attention to my spouse, who is generally more rational than our children. “They’re not telling us, actually. I have a feeling it’s bad.” There was a keening in the back of his throat, like a dog eager to hunt. He might have retired from the force, but they tell me the urges and habits never really fade.

“It’s not a dragon, is it?” I liked the Smiths, and they took that sort of thing hard.

Both of them looked at me oddly. It was my oldest, voice choked, who answered me.

“It’s a human.”

Next: Ketchup 

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30daysmeme, Diapering Dragons

Jun7

Day 3 of 30 days of Fiction: “3) Write a query letter for a fantasy (any kind) novel” (one day late)

Dear Prospective Agent,

The ogres next door have moved out, but the new neighbors have a joyriding teen and a new infant whose cries can wake up the neighborhood. Sure, the wee little thing is adorable, but he belches fire when he’s colicky and needs asbestos diapers.

Audrey and her husband try to be neighborly, but what can they do when their ten-year-old daughter agrees to take on the task of babysitting the Smith’s difficult new baby? Diapering Dragons and Burping Banshees is a cheerful exploration of a strange suburban neighborhood, where you never know if the folks next door are going to turn out to be monsters, or just four-legged people with scales.

At 50,000 words, Diapering Dragons takes on the issues and problems of being a tween through the kaleidoscope lens of a fantasy world, lending perspective and the distance of allegory to issue like peer acceptance and untrustworthy adults.

Thank you for your consideration,

Aldersprig

The List

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By Request (@inventrix), sort of: Hatching

Jun7

Well, I wrote 250 words and didn’t get to the dragons, so I’ll try to write another 250 tonight to actually GET to the babies. But here’s more of the world of “Damn Dragons, get off my lawn!

My husband came home early from work on Wednesday, and I have never been so glad for his presence, or his Presence. Our younger two had off from school, and what with what was going on next door, they were alternating between whining and throwing tantrums.

And next door… “What is that horrible noise?” he asked, wincing as the riotous cacophony reverberated over several spectrums of audible and other-sense.

I was already stuck in a permanent wince. Our youngest is, it seems, shaping up to be a mimic. Not the time I wanted to find out. “The Smiths’ baby is hatching.”

“Hatching?” He got a look in his eye, that one I could never say no to, no matter how much I wanted to. My darling would never lean on me, not like that, I’m sure of it. Except moments like that, where I’m not sure of anything. “Aud…”

“You want to get closer to that noise?” I wasn’t sounding quite saintly in that moment, I’m afraid. I might have been screeching myself.

“It’s horrid, I know, but I might be able to make it better if I’m closer. And, besides. Dragon Eggshell.”

I held up a hand. “Rule nine.”

“Rule nine,” he agreed. “But can we go?”

“If there’s one chance in a hundred you can make this better… yes.”

And so we walked into the mouth of hell, the children safely ensconced in their tower. It wasn’t the first time we’d done so, he and I, but it was certainly the noisiest.

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Ayla Pictures and another Free Icon Day

Jun6

Ayla, worried

Ayla, happy

Ayla’s getting all the piccie love lately! 🙂 First [personal profile] meeks‘ drawing of her Change, and now djinni has done two icons of her!

To further improve matters, Djinni is doing another free icon day! There’s a new tip incentive, where if you tip $20, you’ll get one of your icons as a 4″x4″ drawing.

If you’re not familiar with djinni’s free icons, checking out his icon tag and my Autumn picture here.

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Jun6

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Free Icon Day – Henriekeg

Jun6

Originally posted by [profile] henriekeg at Cartoony icons!

Name of Day: Free Icon Day (though it might run multiple days depending on the interest)

…Go here for the post plus examples!

Anyone who donates anything will get an icon, if the donations reach 300 euro, everybody who requested will get one.

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