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Feathering The Nest for August 2020!
Aug. 24th, 2020 06:51 pmIs it already august? Holy heck. Right guys, you know the drill- go check out Dialectic Dreamer's prompt call! Leave a prompt, get some fluff!
Groundwork
Aug. 2nd, 2020 06:07 am[Summary: On a slow day in the Hollows, an old woman gets an unexpected visitor with a special project in mind.]
[Word Count: 832]
[Content Weight: Buoyant!]
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Chew the squeaky Marios!
Jul. 28th, 2020 10:22 amThis week, Marios is everyone's favorite squeaky toy, facing consequences of his deplorable actions as of late- manipulating a new teleporter into an incredibly dangerous situation in an incredibly creepy fashion. Do you like karma? We have karma! Come to Dialectic Dreamer's Post now!
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dialecticdreamer prompts, to finish the sentence, "But, what about--?"Feathering The Nest for June 2020!
Jun. 22nd, 2020 11:56 amToday is the “Feathering the Nest” prompt call, where dialecticdreamer writes short stories to fill readers’ specific requests. Come and join the fun! Gentle fiction is more about the comfort than the hurt, or support instead of betrayal, but crisis moments can provide the framework for the story. Check out the details by clicking on the user name link!
dialecticdreamer writes short stories to fill readers’ specific requests. Come and join the fun! Gentle fiction is more about the comfort than the hurt, or support instead of betrayal, but crisis moments can provide the framework for the story. Check out the details by clicking on the user name link!Finding Joy
May. 27th, 2020 10:59 amWritten as a submission to the Elsewhere University collective fiction blog. Warnings: Kidnapping, temporary
scientific process goes oops
May. 24th, 2020 08:16 amShe hadn't planned to actually do it, really. It'd started as a theoretical project, that's all it was meant to be- a test of her skills, just to see if she could code something that complicated for a standard phone.
Maybe she should have thought further ahead when she started. Just a little.
It had started, like many things, with an idle conversation at Bella's house. Sprawled on the mossy carpet next to Maggie as she worked on flash cards, the faint piano music playing from the other girl's phone had gotten her attention, a hand coming up to flash an inquiring sign.
"Huh? Oh- it's this little idle game, Mini-Terrarium. You plant a bunch of little plants in these fish bowl things, and feed the animals that come visit."
"It's not fantastic, but at least it has more than one subspecies for each animal."
From her spot at her desk, Bella looked up from her homework to glance over at the younger girl's screen. "How realistic is the gardening part? I've been trying to look for a good one to play at school for a while now."
A grimace answered her. "Not. You have to pull weeds, pick up trash, and water the plants, but that's it."
"Well that's crap. Just once, I'd like a game that handles it more like it really is- an actual pocket garden."
Lain pushed herself upright, head tilting just slightly as she signed. "What do you mean?"
"Stuff like planting dill and fennel near your roses, to lure ladybugs to keep the aphids away, or making sure the plants have enough sunlight and aren't crowding each other out, or that they're getting the right nutrients. You know, the complicated parts."
Next to Lain, Maggie nodded in agreement. "I want a game that lets me design a fully bioactive enclosure, not just gives me an animal to feed and water. That's like, the bare minimum. Where's the enrichment? I want to decorate the enclosures!" She huffed, wings flapping irritably, until Zan rolled over in the hammock, letting an arm dangle down to scritch at the dark green feathers.
"Is this your way of saying you're going to take up coding out of spite, little bird?"
"I fucking well might!"
The conversation had turned, then, to the new topic- spite as a motivating force, and ridiculous things they'd done because of it- but it hadn't left Lain's mind. A game like Maggie and Bella had described couldn't be that hard to code- could it?
A ride home and a few hours later had found her sprawled out on her bed, wikipedia page up on Spice's holodisplay, and a separate window full of notes.
"Best of both worlds... Ball pythons, maybe, to start with, they're easiest to find info on, and that'll give me a rainforest to pick plants from..."
A week had passed. Two. Figuring out the display settings for the enclosures had been easy- offering two cage orientations to match the phone dimensions, designing the 3D environment to look like it was looking through the glass into the tank. She'd played with a few shaders for a while, before settling for cell shading- it looked best with the low poly environment, and used the least processing power.
(That had been the real stumbling block, honestly, processing power- if she'd been building it just for her devices, or even ones her aunt had built, it wouldn't have been one at all. How could anyone stand having a phone with such a weak CPU? Madness, pure madness.)
(Maybe she should take over the handheld device industry when she grew up. The people currently in charge clearly weren't doing a good job of it.)
Modelling the humidity settings had been a little challenging- but working out the equation had been kind of fun, honestly, figuring out what variables to link to which aspects of the decor.
Then there was the model rigging, the animation- figuring out how to model the shedding and eating without it looking flat out bizarre had left her pulling her hair in frustration.
It still wasn't done. It wasn't able to simulate a fully bioactive enclosure yet, despite Lain's efforts- there was research she'd have to do on springtails, other aspects of bioactives to look into- but it was playable.
The bioactive functions could be added in later, anyway- it's not like apps didn't release updates all the time-
But there was the problem.
"How the hell do you publish an app, anyway?"
Pumpkin Spice, helpfully, projected a page on publishing laws- and Lain's eyes crossed trying to parse the legal jargon.
"...You know what, Spice, I think I'm just gonna ask Dad for help." The robot tarantula clicked understandingly, shutting the display down as he climbed up the girl's sleeve to settle in on her shoulder.
As she left the room, Lain couldn't help but muse that as far as consequences went, an accidentally functioning app was far from the worst possible result for when the scientific process goes oops.
Maybe she should have thought further ahead when she started. Just a little.
It had started, like many things, with an idle conversation at Bella's house. Sprawled on the mossy carpet next to Maggie as she worked on flash cards, the faint piano music playing from the other girl's phone had gotten her attention, a hand coming up to flash an inquiring sign.
"Huh? Oh- it's this little idle game, Mini-Terrarium. You plant a bunch of little plants in these fish bowl things, and feed the animals that come visit."
"It's not fantastic, but at least it has more than one subspecies for each animal."
From her spot at her desk, Bella looked up from her homework to glance over at the younger girl's screen. "How realistic is the gardening part? I've been trying to look for a good one to play at school for a while now."
A grimace answered her. "Not. You have to pull weeds, pick up trash, and water the plants, but that's it."
"Well that's crap. Just once, I'd like a game that handles it more like it really is- an actual pocket garden."
Lain pushed herself upright, head tilting just slightly as she signed. "What do you mean?"
"Stuff like planting dill and fennel near your roses, to lure ladybugs to keep the aphids away, or making sure the plants have enough sunlight and aren't crowding each other out, or that they're getting the right nutrients. You know, the complicated parts."
Next to Lain, Maggie nodded in agreement. "I want a game that lets me design a fully bioactive enclosure, not just gives me an animal to feed and water. That's like, the bare minimum. Where's the enrichment? I want to decorate the enclosures!" She huffed, wings flapping irritably, until Zan rolled over in the hammock, letting an arm dangle down to scritch at the dark green feathers.
"Is this your way of saying you're going to take up coding out of spite, little bird?"
"I fucking well might!"
The conversation had turned, then, to the new topic- spite as a motivating force, and ridiculous things they'd done because of it- but it hadn't left Lain's mind. A game like Maggie and Bella had described couldn't be that hard to code- could it?
A ride home and a few hours later had found her sprawled out on her bed, wikipedia page up on Spice's holodisplay, and a separate window full of notes.
"Best of both worlds... Ball pythons, maybe, to start with, they're easiest to find info on, and that'll give me a rainforest to pick plants from..."
A week had passed. Two. Figuring out the display settings for the enclosures had been easy- offering two cage orientations to match the phone dimensions, designing the 3D environment to look like it was looking through the glass into the tank. She'd played with a few shaders for a while, before settling for cell shading- it looked best with the low poly environment, and used the least processing power.
(That had been the real stumbling block, honestly, processing power- if she'd been building it just for her devices, or even ones her aunt had built, it wouldn't have been one at all. How could anyone stand having a phone with such a weak CPU? Madness, pure madness.)
(Maybe she should take over the handheld device industry when she grew up. The people currently in charge clearly weren't doing a good job of it.)
Modelling the humidity settings had been a little challenging- but working out the equation had been kind of fun, honestly, figuring out what variables to link to which aspects of the decor.
Then there was the model rigging, the animation- figuring out how to model the shedding and eating without it looking flat out bizarre had left her pulling her hair in frustration.
It still wasn't done. It wasn't able to simulate a fully bioactive enclosure yet, despite Lain's efforts- there was research she'd have to do on springtails, other aspects of bioactives to look into- but it was playable.
The bioactive functions could be added in later, anyway- it's not like apps didn't release updates all the time-
But there was the problem.
"How the hell do you publish an app, anyway?"
Pumpkin Spice, helpfully, projected a page on publishing laws- and Lain's eyes crossed trying to parse the legal jargon.
"...You know what, Spice, I think I'm just gonna ask Dad for help." The robot tarantula clicked understandingly, shutting the display down as he climbed up the girl's sleeve to settle in on her shoulder.
As she left the room, Lain couldn't help but muse that as far as consequences went, an accidentally functioning app was far from the worst possible result for when the scientific process goes oops.
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May. 8th, 2020 05:04 amWhile browsing tumblr, in a post where a brewer was talking about the cats in his building, I came across this gem that, by beautiful coincidence, matches ysabetwordsmith's boy Shiv all but perfectly- even down to the name- and knew I had to share it immediately.
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ysabetwordsmith's boy Shiv all but perfectly- even down to the name- and knew I had to share it immediately.( Text Transcription )
Come join the prompt call!
May. 5th, 2020 10:56 pmYsabetwordsmith is doing a prompt call! This round's theme: "How the heck did I wind up in charge?"
Private Parties
Apr. 20th, 2020 01:07 amPrompt response for ysabetwordsmith, in response to the 4/18-4/19 Crowdfunding Creative Jam! The theme was 'Secrets', the prompt was 'Private Parties'.
Content warnings: Vague mentions of maladaptive behavior, playful shittalking. Other than that, none- basically entirely fluff, in a setting where no one has to worry about social distancing.
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"So, what are we doing, exactly? Because I don't think you've told me."
Zan trails behind the two girls, their hands in their pockets, as they look around the forest. There's no missing the very obvious path grown for them to walk on, lined by thornless vines on either side. It's picturesque, like a cute little fairytale. Ahead, Maggie and Lain walk with an air of familiarity, the bird girl trailing a hand over the vines.
Lain turns to walk backwards, hands coming up to sign. "We're going to set up energy sources for Bella, and a projector. I finished a blueprint for a set that have enough failsafes to prevent any catastrophic collateral damage from failures."
"Right. Okay. That makes sense. And you're sure I'm not going to have Eldritch Clifford giving me the wooly eye with the forest burning down around us?"
A hand wiggles a little. "I've been practicing my extinguishing, and I tested it. It'll be fine."
It's a little reassuring, at least. Still, as the responsible 'adult' of the group, Zan resolves quietly to be ready, just in case.
When they arrive at the greenwitch's home, Bella's already out and waiting for them- and the cat-like creature sprawled out in a sunbeam soon reveals that she isn't alone, as it stretches, straightening out into a girl around Maggie's height. One golden eye roams over the crowd, her lips pulling back to reveal canid teeth as she grins, waving to them, and Maggie waves back enthusiastically.
"Tria! You're gonna help us out today, then?" An eager nod meets the question, and Maggie grins back at her, fistpumping the air. "Awesome! This'll be great. Alright, Lain, show us what to do!"
As all eyes turn to Lain, she stiffens, for a moment. Her face remains impassive as her gaze scans over the grouping, and her fingers stroke subtly over the cuffs of her sleeve, feeling the soft catch-and-slide of the cloth beneath her fingers.
A chittering against her ears draw her eyes to her tarantula, his dark metals gleaming in the afternoon light, and she lets out the breath she hadn't been consciously holding, lifting her eyes and hands.
"Alright. So here's what we need to do first."
Day has given way to a chilly dusk by the time their efforts are finished. The teenagers drop into a bed of thick clover, sprawled out to let the cold seep into tired muscles. Around them, small bits of metal gleam in the fading light- a solar panel here, a tiny rain turbine there.
Getting the gear into place hadn't been easy. Getting it to stay there, even harder. Eventually, a solution had been worked out, with Maggie riding on Zan's shoulders, holding the equipment in place, as Bella's vines grew up to secure them there.
But the results- if this worked- will be worth it. And once they've caught their breaths a bit, their attention lifts back to the fruits of their labor. Lain's eyes slide to Bella, and she lifts her hands, signing.
"Ready to try it out?"
Bella grins, rolling over onto her stomach as she props herself up on her elbows. The others scramble into more comfortable viewing positions, as they twist around to watch-
And with a twist of her hand, the curtain drops, the vines looped around the white tarp whipping loose, letting it unroll to hang down. A few taps on her phone- and the projector hums to life, the red and black splash of Netflix's dashboard coming to life. A vine reaches out the window, trading off a bowl to another and retreating for a second, ferrying the snacks down the trunk of the treehouse in a floral conveyor belt.
Zan's eyes flick to Maggie as she lays claim to the bowl of apple chips, settling a wing around them like a shield, the protective gesture not going unnoticed. But before they can start to analyze it, Bella's voice breaks the silence.
"Taking votes now, what are we watching first?"
"Fury Road!" "Wicked!" "Naruto!"
(That last one is met with pelted food, and laughter, and one "That's not a fucking movie you piece of shit weaboo!")
Memery gives way to more laughter, playful shoving- but in the end, they settle down, wriggling in closer together to share warmth as the opening notes of the movie roll in the secrecy of the forest.
"This. Is Berk."
ysabetwordsmith, in response to the 4/18-4/19 Crowdfunding Creative Jam! The theme was 'Secrets', the prompt was 'Private Parties'.Content warnings: Vague mentions of maladaptive behavior, playful shittalking. Other than that, none- basically entirely fluff, in a setting where no one has to worry about social distancing.
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"So, what are we doing, exactly? Because I don't think you've told me."
Zan trails behind the two girls, their hands in their pockets, as they look around the forest. There's no missing the very obvious path grown for them to walk on, lined by thornless vines on either side. It's picturesque, like a cute little fairytale. Ahead, Maggie and Lain walk with an air of familiarity, the bird girl trailing a hand over the vines.
Lain turns to walk backwards, hands coming up to sign. "We're going to set up energy sources for Bella, and a projector. I finished a blueprint for a set that have enough failsafes to prevent any catastrophic collateral damage from failures."
"Right. Okay. That makes sense. And you're sure I'm not going to have Eldritch Clifford giving me the wooly eye with the forest burning down around us?"
A hand wiggles a little. "I've been practicing my extinguishing, and I tested it. It'll be fine."
It's a little reassuring, at least. Still, as the responsible 'adult' of the group, Zan resolves quietly to be ready, just in case.
When they arrive at the greenwitch's home, Bella's already out and waiting for them- and the cat-like creature sprawled out in a sunbeam soon reveals that she isn't alone, as it stretches, straightening out into a girl around Maggie's height. One golden eye roams over the crowd, her lips pulling back to reveal canid teeth as she grins, waving to them, and Maggie waves back enthusiastically.
"Tria! You're gonna help us out today, then?" An eager nod meets the question, and Maggie grins back at her, fistpumping the air. "Awesome! This'll be great. Alright, Lain, show us what to do!"
As all eyes turn to Lain, she stiffens, for a moment. Her face remains impassive as her gaze scans over the grouping, and her fingers stroke subtly over the cuffs of her sleeve, feeling the soft catch-and-slide of the cloth beneath her fingers.
A chittering against her ears draw her eyes to her tarantula, his dark metals gleaming in the afternoon light, and she lets out the breath she hadn't been consciously holding, lifting her eyes and hands.
"Alright. So here's what we need to do first."
Day has given way to a chilly dusk by the time their efforts are finished. The teenagers drop into a bed of thick clover, sprawled out to let the cold seep into tired muscles. Around them, small bits of metal gleam in the fading light- a solar panel here, a tiny rain turbine there.
Getting the gear into place hadn't been easy. Getting it to stay there, even harder. Eventually, a solution had been worked out, with Maggie riding on Zan's shoulders, holding the equipment in place, as Bella's vines grew up to secure them there.
But the results- if this worked- will be worth it. And once they've caught their breaths a bit, their attention lifts back to the fruits of their labor. Lain's eyes slide to Bella, and she lifts her hands, signing.
"Ready to try it out?"
Bella grins, rolling over onto her stomach as she props herself up on her elbows. The others scramble into more comfortable viewing positions, as they twist around to watch-
And with a twist of her hand, the curtain drops, the vines looped around the white tarp whipping loose, letting it unroll to hang down. A few taps on her phone- and the projector hums to life, the red and black splash of Netflix's dashboard coming to life. A vine reaches out the window, trading off a bowl to another and retreating for a second, ferrying the snacks down the trunk of the treehouse in a floral conveyor belt.
Zan's eyes flick to Maggie as she lays claim to the bowl of apple chips, settling a wing around them like a shield, the protective gesture not going unnoticed. But before they can start to analyze it, Bella's voice breaks the silence.
"Taking votes now, what are we watching first?"
"Fury Road!" "Wicked!" "Naruto!"
(That last one is met with pelted food, and laughter, and one "That's not a fucking movie you piece of shit weaboo!")
Memery gives way to more laughter, playful shoving- but in the end, they settle down, wriggling in closer together to share warmth as the opening notes of the movie roll in the secrecy of the forest.
"This. Is Berk."
Happy Goddamned Trees
Apr. 15th, 2020 10:15 am
"If he ran the videos long enough,
maybe he could paint over that mess
with some happy goddamn trees."
You ever run into a line that grabs you by the fucking soul and suddenly you have to paint it?
Yeah. Yeah.
Magpie Monday, and Happy Homestuck day!
Apr. 13th, 2020 08:06 pmAs you probably won't be surprised to know, it's Magpie Monday over at Dialectic Dreamer's page- go give her a prompt, and join in the fun! This month, there's no theme for prompts- keep an eye out for what stories get sponsored, because it'll probably be an eclectic mix this time around!
And, on a more personal note- today is the anniversary of Homestuck's start. And while I'm no longer an active member of the fandom, and don't really like the direction the sequel has taken, Homestuck is always going to be something near and dear to my heart, as the first fandom I ever wrote a completed fic for and the first fandom I dove into AU's of- realistically, Homestuck was my introduction to fandom. And Vriska's speech before opening the Dues Ex Machina still sticks with me, even now.
So, in honor of the date- if you would care to, please continue on to the speech below, and relive with me a moment that resonated with me years ago.
VRISKA: You know, they can say whatever they want about me.
VRISKA: But somewhere out there is a shimmering new universe growing in a big ball of water.
VRISKA: He's looking hells of majestic. Amphibious and resplendent. His glorious croak would bring you to your knees.
VRISKA: That universe is going to give life to billions of trillions of zillions of cute little aliens.
VRISKA: You wouldn't even believe how pretty and wonderful and happy all these aliens will be. It's making your lip tremble just thinking about them, and how worth saving they are. Wow.
VRISKA: You could walk up to one of those aliens and put your hand on its innocent shoulder, and with a straight face you could say, "Sorry to break it to you. But tomorrow, a guy named Lord English is going to destroy your universe. You are all going to die."
VRISKA: And when that alien looks up at you with tears in its eyes, just before the first one rolls down its weird alien cheek, you lean in close to its absurd alien ear and whisper, "Psyche."
VRISKA: That's because you know a long time ago, in an obscure pocket of reality the alien could never understand or give a shit about, some crazy girl sacrificed the "lives" of a bunch ghosts in order to kill that guy forever.
VRISKA: They were already a million sweeps past their prime, existing on borrowed time, luxuriating in a kind of bizarre metaphysical longevity few others will ever enjoy.
VRISKA: Just a fresh batch of bait the squid gods kept on ice for an insatiable fisherman cause they were sick of being hunted themselves.
VRISKA: Those ghosts were all that stood in the way of an end to this eternal holocaust, and sparing their souls ain't different in my view from personally committing atrocities on a cosmic fucking scale.
VRISKA: I only ever wanted to do the right thing no matter how it made people judge me, and I don't need a magic ring to do that.
VRISKA: You don't have to be alive to make yourself relevant.
VRISKA: And you don't have to be a good person to be a hero.
VRISKA: You just have to know who you are and stay true to that.
VRISKA: So I'm going to keep fighting for people the only way I ever knew how.
VRISKA: By being me.
And, on a more personal note- today is the anniversary of Homestuck's start. And while I'm no longer an active member of the fandom, and don't really like the direction the sequel has taken, Homestuck is always going to be something near and dear to my heart, as the first fandom I ever wrote a completed fic for and the first fandom I dove into AU's of- realistically, Homestuck was my introduction to fandom. And Vriska's speech before opening the Dues Ex Machina still sticks with me, even now.
So, in honor of the date- if you would care to, please continue on to the speech below, and relive with me a moment that resonated with me years ago.
VRISKA: You know, they can say whatever they want about me.
VRISKA: But somewhere out there is a shimmering new universe growing in a big ball of water.
VRISKA: He's looking hells of majestic. Amphibious and resplendent. His glorious croak would bring you to your knees.
VRISKA: That universe is going to give life to billions of trillions of zillions of cute little aliens.
VRISKA: You wouldn't even believe how pretty and wonderful and happy all these aliens will be. It's making your lip tremble just thinking about them, and how worth saving they are. Wow.
VRISKA: You could walk up to one of those aliens and put your hand on its innocent shoulder, and with a straight face you could say, "Sorry to break it to you. But tomorrow, a guy named Lord English is going to destroy your universe. You are all going to die."
VRISKA: And when that alien looks up at you with tears in its eyes, just before the first one rolls down its weird alien cheek, you lean in close to its absurd alien ear and whisper, "Psyche."
VRISKA: That's because you know a long time ago, in an obscure pocket of reality the alien could never understand or give a shit about, some crazy girl sacrificed the "lives" of a bunch ghosts in order to kill that guy forever.
VRISKA: They were already a million sweeps past their prime, existing on borrowed time, luxuriating in a kind of bizarre metaphysical longevity few others will ever enjoy.
VRISKA: Just a fresh batch of bait the squid gods kept on ice for an insatiable fisherman cause they were sick of being hunted themselves.
VRISKA: Those ghosts were all that stood in the way of an end to this eternal holocaust, and sparing their souls ain't different in my view from personally committing atrocities on a cosmic fucking scale.
VRISKA: I only ever wanted to do the right thing no matter how it made people judge me, and I don't need a magic ring to do that.
VRISKA: You don't have to be alive to make yourself relevant.
VRISKA: And you don't have to be a good person to be a hero.
VRISKA: You just have to know who you are and stay true to that.
VRISKA: So I'm going to keep fighting for people the only way I ever knew how.
VRISKA: By being me.
Come join the prompt call!
Jan. 28th, 2020 05:15 amToday is <user name=dialecticdreamer>’s prompt call, an invitation to enjoy gentle fiction written to suit the reader. Offer a prompt and get a story of at least five hundred words for private enjoyment. Bring a new reader to join the party and <I>both</I> will get an extra page of story. Follow the link to get all of the details, and welcome to the Feathering the Nest prompt call!
they talk about the moments
where the world is golden
how they make a picture in your mind
of brilliance, and light
they talk about the moments
like life changing revelations
the moment you realize you’re in love
the happy ever afters
they talk about the moments
with wonder, with awe
moments of joy
and hope
and peace
my golden moment
wasn’t when I fell in love
it wasn’t with a smile lighting up the room
or laughter that rang like bells
it wasn’t holding hands with a girl at the park
it wasn’t staying up talking after it got dark
my golden moment was in the passenger seat
in the middle of the van
driving down highway 114
my mother sitting in front of me
my sisters behind me
my father behind me
with music playing over the shitty van speakers
it smelled like stale ketchup
burger wrappers left to sit
five bodies shoved into a space too small
for everyone to quite fit
but the sky looked like an oil painting
and I longed for pastels to capture it
and my mother was singing
because p!nk was playing and she loved her
because she sang what my mother could never
figure out how to say
and I wanted to capture the sky
the colors blending across the setting sun
the clouds melting into one
so I took out my phone
because a shitty photo is better than none
and I twisted around to get a better angle
out the back windows, which had a better view
and I saw them
curled against each other in the back seat
fast asleep
under the same blanket
holding hands
and for a beautiful moment
in that cramped, shitty van
with a fly buzzing around my head
and a box digging into my leg
what they meant
when they said
the world turned to gold
Magpie Monday for Dialectic Dreamer!
Dec. 9th, 2019 02:58 pmAnother call out for prompts for Dialectic Dreamer's magpie monday, go here to send in prompts and read what's been written! This month's theme is endings and beginnings- what does that bring to mind to you? For me, it makes me think of moving up to WA from Texas- closing the pages on that period of my life, to begin something better and new.
Feathering the Nest signal boost!
Nov. 26th, 2019 03:44 amIt's nest feathering time, gentle-fellows! Go on over to dialectdreamer's post here and give her some prompts!
Magpie Monday for Dialectic Dreamer!
Oct. 15th, 2019 08:33 amToday is the Magpie Monday prompt call! Visit here and join in the fun by submitting a story idea with the theme of ‘flexibility,’ in all its <I>flexible</I> contexts, and get a story of at least five hundred words in return! All details are posted on today’s page, and any questions can be included as a reply to that post or sent via private message. Join the fun and make more stories for everyone!
(Yes, I know, I usually try to include a self-written boost blurb rather than copypasting, it's been a busy week though and my brain isn't up to scratch.)
(Yes, I know, I usually try to include a self-written boost blurb rather than copypasting, it's been a busy week though and my brain isn't up to scratch.)
the effort to repair it
Oct. 5th, 2019 05:42 amSummary: Anthia receives a gift from a friend, with more meaning than the simple packaging implies.
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