Good morning!  It’s early in the morning and I’m not leaving my parents’ house (Where I have been doggo-sitting and using their wifi) until at least 2 in the afternoon, aiming for about 3:#0

Which means I still have hours to go of writing (there’s a zoom conference, a shower, repacking, and cleaning up everything in there too, but more or less, hours of writing (and a little minecrafting) – and you still have hours to prompt – or to comment!  C’mon guys, Kelkyag is carrying all the weight here!  And I will remind you that the first two posts to reach five reader comments (then the first to reach 7, and so on) will get a continuation/sequel written.

I’m dying to use this image.

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My Prompt Call is open here – http://www.lynthornealder.com/2020/08/04/summertime-prompt-call-gone-fishin/ – and I’m hoping for many more prompts!

Written Yesterday:

Clean…?  The plant offered clean energy.  Cleaner might’ve been more accurate.  The fish living downstream of the runoff might’ve said something different entirely.   This is set in the universe/city/power plant featured in Saving the Cult (If not the World), a ‘verse tagged Organization.

Seek And…?  Long long ago, I began a story about a woman lost in a blizzard and ending up in a different world. This story peeks in on her life, as she fishes for answers and is caught in turn.

Fresh Fish  The city of Scheffenon, on the North Sea high on the edges of the Empire, is known for many things.  But one thing that it is not known for – at least in modern times – is fish, or at least fish pulled from the North Sea.  They do not fish, not as such, on the North Sea. (Things Unspoken ‘verse)

Written Wednesday:

Unplumbed Depths – Fishing in Minecraft can get you some strange results.  This fictional view of the fishing strips out a lot of the blockier elements but does leave a fishing pole with, perhaps, a little too much Luck enchanted into it.

…A Break…? – Jess works security at The Facility, a place where science which nobody calls mad (in the hearing of the scientists) is perpetrated.  It’s a really good job.  But sometimes, your friend up in the top end of things asks for a favor…