“This is the deal,” his mother said. She had the grim look on, the one that, when he was younger, had meant punishments he couldn’t avoid and a week of having her Disappointed in Him, which, if he’d been forced to think about it, he might have admitted was usually worse than the punishments. He squirmed, because whatever was coming, it wasn’t going to be fun. Continue reading
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Aging in Cloverleaf
Fiana was getting old, and Edgar was not…
Years after they helped to build Cloverleaf, a plumber and his wife discuss their choice.
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Strong Enough? A side story of a fic
Written to clare_dragonfly‘s suggestion of a continuation for this piece, written for the Dungeon and Cave call in 2014.
“Babe, I’m strong enough for whatever you want.” He could taste the beer on his belch. Could she smell it?
She wrinkled her nose. Yes. And no; she shook her head. “I don’t think you are.”
The woman walked away from Craig, the turn of her heel dismissing him. Craig let out a breath slowly, as inaudibly as he could, and did not turn to watch her.
Still, even through the noise of the bar, he could hear Rick’s answer. Maybe Rick was. Maybe Rick would walk out the other side intact. Craig didn’t know. He barely knew Rick to talk sports with him, much less…
…well, there were things you didn’t talk about with your buddies, and there were things you didn’t talk about at all. That lesson, Craig hadn’t needed to learn the hard way.
With any luck, there’d only be the one lesson he’d had to learn hard: When a certain kind of woman thinks about challenging you…
…don’t let it get to the challenge. Don’t even let it get to the thinking, if you can avoid it. Be pitiful, be lamentable, be ridiculous. But don’t let her challenge you.
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Inter-universal Women’s Day: Empress Edaledalende
for clare_dragonfly‘s prompt here. Written last week and then forgotten in Written?Kitten!.
“This can’t be right.” Edaledalende leaned down from her saddle to study the map. “They’ve got us boxed in? When we have bridges here and here,” she pointed, “and a pass here?”
“The problem is, Kalōkāt Lady Edaledalende, that our bridges cannot hold the weight of our soldiers and our pass is not large enough.”
“And our engineers didn’t think about this?”
The adjunct coughed. “We don’t have any engineers in this unit, Kalōkāt Lady Edaledalende. There weren’t any available.”
“Well then.” Edaledalende pursed her lips. “We should do something to fix that. But first, we have to win this battle.”
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Second Thoughts, Third Thoughts – A Patreon Story
A story of going-to-Doomsday-Academy
“Here we are.” Adelaide looked at her three children, then looked back at the gate in front of them. She stole another glance at her kids and sighed.
Ameera had gone to Addergoole two years ago. This would be her third year there, and she looked both worried and eager. Lorccán was going this year. He looked eager. He didn’t really know what he was getting into.
But first, they were going to Doomsday. She wasn’t sure if she was going to tell Addergoole about her third child – and Doomsday started years earlier than Addergoole, anyway. Continue reading
Changes and Adjustments
This comes after Retirement and Retirement 2, some 50 years after the Addergoole stories, and features two characters from those stories. It is written to clare_dragonfly‘s Prompt.
The wagon was small, and sometimes it felt more like a cage than a living space, a cage, and some awful test, the sort other people might have stressed about back in school.
Rozen had driven a wagon before, but he’d never gotten good at it; he had the Words to understand horses, but he’d never really practiced them. Kailani had taken a thoughtful look at him and said “here. You drive the first stretch. We’re taking this highway south, and we’re staying on the highway unless there’s an issue.”
“What if I don’t want to?” he’d grumbled, instead of “what if I don’t know how.”
She’d smiled placidly at him. “We all do things we don’t want to.”
He knew how to bully people, but he had no idea how to be Kept. Rozen had clucked to the horses and got them aimed with more trouble than he’d thought possible and, when they proved recalcitrant, muttered a Panida Working that spurred them on.
He felt like he was being spurred himself. Her orders were like thistles rubbing against his skin, goading him on, pushing him. Her calm, unflappable smile was weird and it made him twitchy. Kailani wasn’t calm. She wasn’t placid.
“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, finally, an hour out of the town she’d been living in. “You don’t look like you anymore.”
She ran her fingers through her hair – red again, that was a relief, not the white it had been when he’d been deposited on her doorstep – and hrrm’d. “I feel like me.” She smiled, a little mischief there he didn’t remember either. “Are you certain it’s me and not you?”
Rozen twitched. “I haven’t changed.”
“I find that interesting, actually. It’s been decades. Our grandchildren are grown adults and the world – the world has changed considerably. And yet, if I ran into you in the hallways of Addergoole, instead of the Rozen you were then, I wouldn’t be surprised.”
He shrugged. He knew his smile was lazy and a bit sharp. “You’d be surprised. You were always surprised when we ran into each other.”
“Frightened, Rozen. The word is frightened.” He stole a glance at her, but she was smiling. “You were quite scary. It was your job.”
“Haven’t changed,” he drawled. He didn’t know what it meant when she only smirked wider.
The wagon moved on, the world – such as it was now – moved under their wheels, and the woman he’d once wanted to Keep hummed cheerfully while she watched the scenery.
“The world’s changed,” he offered after a bit. “It ended, I guess.”
“The world we knew ended.” She looked sad for a moment. Rozen stomped on the surge of guilt he felt. He had not made that sadness. This was not his fault. “And you kept going.”
She made it sound like a complaint somehow. Rozen looked at her sidelong, trying to figure her out.
“You’re still here, too.” And young again. Being Kept by Ancient Kailani had been weird.
She smiled sadly. “If you ran into me in the halls of Addergole, as I am now, as you were then, what would you do, Rozen?”
The same thing, he wanted to say, but he couldn’t lie to her. He stared wordlessly at her instead.
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Going to Addergoole East
Makenzie’s school letter had arrived via courier with two options: Addergoole West and Addergoole East. Her mother had glanced at the letter before handing it to Makenzie.
“Here. Decide.”
Written to clare_dragonfly‘s prompt.
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Desired Situation…
There was a lovely woman standing on Richie’s front porch.
His first thought, before he managed to take in everything she’d just said, was I haven’t cleaned the place properly in weeks.
…(read on)
This story follows after Want Ad and is clare_dragonfly‘s commissioned continuation of that story.
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