clare_dragonfly: This is ridiculous. What am I doing here? I'm in the wrong story. (Into the Woods: wrong story)
She clutched his hand. Her hand felt hot and dry to his touch. “Don’t let me go alone. I can’t go alone.”

He squeezed her hand back. “Don’t worry, Mama. I won’t let you be alone.”

“You promise? I won’t have to be alone?” The spots on her skin, the second-to-last stage, were faded; the last stage of the disease was almost to an end. The shaking, the fever, the paranoia.


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clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (HP: Neville: proud parents)
Title: Paris
World: The Wasteland
Word count: 1,566
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: [community profile] rainbowfic Hills of Iowa 7, So if you want to see the world with me let's go.; Sulphur 16, fire; [community profile] stayintheroom Paris will still be there when you're twenty.
Notes: Apocalypses! They have a lot of death.


It was a perfect day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Jala and Anden had finally graduated from high school.Read more... )
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Witchy: moon worship)
Title: The Rightness of Rain
World: The Wasteland
Word count: 454
Rating: G
Prompt: Thimbleful Thursday: right as rain


Redhe pedaled her bicycle as fast as she could, heedless of the slick the ground was turning into under the deluge. She was too happy, too bursting with energy, to slow down.

The rain poured from the sky and plastered her hair to her face and her clothes to her body, probably ruining the pretty dress she’d worn to town. It chilled her, making the hairs stand up on her arms and her toes pinch. It fell into her eyes and made it hard to see.Read more... )
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Skull)
Title: Phoenixes
World: The Wasteland
Word count: 1,669
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: [community profile] rainbowfic: Tyrian Purple 15, the gift of fire; Heart Gold 5, Love is an energy which exists of itself. It is its own value. - Thornton Wilder; "The living spirit of the fire makes them endure."--Jean M. Auel; [community profile] musewrite "It is only in love and murder that we remain sincere." – Friedrich Durrematt
Notes: Death! Yay!


When the earthquake hit, they both fell.

He didn’t see which way she went. First he saw fire. Then he saw nothing. And then he continued to see nothing.Read more... )
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Wasteland: Taia Lucifer)
Title: The Fork in the Road
World: The Wasteland
Word count: 661
Rating: PG
Prompt: [community profile] rainbowfic Tyrian Purple 7, three seeds; Heart Gold 29, Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction. - Saint-Exupery; [community profile] darkfantasybingo crossroads
Notes: I sure seem to write a lot of Wasteland stories about people wandering and finding nothing. Well, I guess there's a reason I called it The Wasteland.


They had been walking this same road for days—for weeks—for months.Read more... )
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Wasteland: Taia Lucifer)
Title: The Dream
Word count: 1,807
Rating: PG
Prompt: [community profile] rainbowfic: Tyrian Purple 5, winged messenger; Heart Gold 12, There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness. - Friedrich Nietzsche
Notes: Just a quick piece to fill the time before NaNoWriMo. Same sub-setting as in The Fullness of Family--this woman will found that society.


Idne was ill. They all said so—her mother, her father, her doctor. But she knew it wasn’t true. The fever was only the violence of her grief.

At least they were leaving her alone.Read more... )
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Wasteland: Taia Lucifer)
Title: The Horizon
Word count: 500
Rating: G
Prompt: [community profile] inkstains contest 65: horizon


She keeps her gaze fixed on the horizon.

It’s all she can do, the only place to look. She has to keep walking. She knows that somewhere, far ahead of her, is somewhere she can go, somewhere she can be safe.

Or at least she believes so.Read more... )
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Wasteland: Taia Lucifer)
Title: Bunker
Word count: 802
Rating: PG
Prompt: [community profile] rainbowfic Tyrian Purple 2, hold up the sky; Heart Gold 16, Love is, above all, the gift of oneself. - Jean Anouilh, [community profile] stayintheroom prompt
Notes: Jorik is the last entry, lily, from Flowers for the Queen.


The radio broadcast had stopped four hours ago. He couldn’t get any stations at all now. He didn’t know quite what that meant, but it couldn’t be anything good.

Still, the sounds had stopped. The bombing seemed to be over, at least in their area.

Jorik still waited.Read more... )
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Wasteland: Taia Lucifer)
Title: Flowers for the Queen
Word count: 1,421
Rating: G
Prompt: [community profile] rainbowfic: lilac, origfic_bingo B2, death
Notes: So I finally manage to write something about the characters in the main Queen of the Wasteland story... and it's Taia's funeral. ::facepalm:: And I still managed to get away without naming most of the characters!


3. rose
Taia Lucifer was my mother.Read more... )
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Wasteland: Taia Lucifer)
Title: The Fulness of Family
Word count: 386
Rating: PG
Prompt: [community profile] rainbowfic Tyrian Purple 13, children upon children and Heart Gold 10, Where there is love there is life. - Gandhi
Notes: This is a lot shorter than I expected it to be! It's kind of an introduction to a Wasteland sub-setting which, as you might guess from some of the content, is something of a religious cult.


The ceremony was over, and Tira didn’t think she could be happier. She and her spouses ran down the road arm-in-arm—her husband, Alik, on her left arm, and her cousin Sisa on her right arm, and Sisa’s new husband, Nem, on the end. It was clumsy and funny and none of them could stop laughing, even as their friends and family and everyone else in the town cheered and threw flower petals at them, urging them on to their new life.

Home. Home for the four of them. And soon, for their children as well.Read more... )
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Wasteland: Taia Lucifer)
Title: Needle and Thread
Word count: 1,501
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: [community profile] rainbowfic Tyrian Purple 26, black sails; Heart Gold 22, It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. - Samuel Butler; novelty bead prompt from [personal profile] bookblather, Don't say every chance is lost, / Please don't say anything at all - Vienna Teng, Augustine
Notes: This story takes place several generations after the apocalyptic event.


Aina was sitting in her room, carefully working up the side seam on her new dress, when the knock came on her door. She looked up swiftly, automatically pulling the needle through the last stitch. Her sister entered without waiting for a response, and said, “They’re coming back.”Read more... )
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Wasteland: Taia Lucifer)
Title: Seeking Shelter
Word count: 303 (total: 3,210)
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: [personal profile] smeddley's: The storm's path
Notes: Hey, look! I wrote a Wasteland story with an actual sorceress in it! Considering how important a part magic is to my conception of this world, I haven't done much with it.

This got a lot creepier than I expected as I continued it...


The trees were whipping around them. The wind was coming faster and faster. Piri knew she had to get her family—her friends, but her family of choice—to safety. But which way? Where was safety? She wanted to climb a tree, but it wasn’t safe. The children were all crying. Her friends were trying to calm them down, but not having much luck.Read more... )
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Wales in the winter)
Title: Through the Snow
Word count: 419 (incomplete total: 610)
Rating: G
Prompt: [personal profile] aldersprig's: Shoveling a path to the world.
Notes: This takes place two or three years after Harvest Day, and further into the winter.


Mama was sick. She said she wasn’t, but Tarnik knew better than that. Her belly and her feet were all swollen up, and she didn’t want to get out of bed. She kept making Papa bring her cups of tea and bowls of soup. Tarnik remembered how Papa had brought him lots of tea (even though he didn’t like tea) and soup the last time he had a cold.Read more... )
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Wasteland: Taia Lucifer)
Title: East
Word count: 305 (total: 705)
Rating: G
Prompt: [personal profile] kayim's: Crossroads
Notes: I ended this at what felt like a natural point (er, not that you can tell) but Sirna and Ayol's story is definitely not over, so I hope I'll write a sequel to it at some point. I hope nothing horrible happens to them.


It was hot. And Sirna was exhausted, even though she’d only woken up two hours ago. They weren’t sleeping well, because there was nowhere to sleep. And she couldn’t sleep too soundly, because she had to take care of her little sister, and there was no one else to help with that. There was only them.Read more... )
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Wales in the winter)
Title: Harvest Day
Word count: 1020
Rating: G
Prompt: [personal profile] aldersprig's: Rampion and The neatest thing I figured out when we started growing our own herbs is WHY parsley and sage are Thanksgiving herbs - they're still alive, even in a good of snow.
Notes: I didn't call it Thanksgiving because this is the Wasteland, and while their culture is very much like ours it isn't exactly the same (hence the weird names). Apparently, rampion has an edible, turnip-like root. Who knew? This piece may or may not have more to it.


It was Harvest Day, and Vulai was determined to celebrate.

Even if the harvest didn’t happen at the same time anymore. Even if there was nothing to harvest. She still had a calendar, though it was one she’d made herself (the last mass-produced calendar she’d been able to find had been three years ago); she knew the date, whatever the weather was doing. Today, close to the end of November, when once the trees might have been brown and red and the skies grey but closed, was a holiday once beloved by the entire nation. Vulai, at least, still loved it.Read more... )
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Wasteland: Taia Lucifer)
Title: Clan Doctor
Word count: 813 (total: 3,238)
Rating: PG
Prompt: [personal profile] kayim's: anything post-apocalyptic in which a doctor character is having to rely on herbs as medicine. ... make the character one who isn't actually a doctor - just kind of thrown into the role...
Notes: This is incomplete, obviously, since I barely reached a mention of the herbs!


Asraidh woke up with a start. There was something—but even in her sleep-addled state, coming out of a dream in which she was back in her old house and her sister was making her pancakes, she recognized it quickly. It was a cough, and it didn’t sound like a good one. It was coming from her left, which meant it was one of three people: Yenul, Kaesh, or Adhe.

Nothing in the sound told her who it was. It was only a cold feeling in her gut that told her it was Kaesh. At eight years old she was the youngest member of their little clan. She was Asraidh’s niece—the daughter of her dead sister.Read more... )
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Wasteland: Taia Lucifer)
Title: Awakening
Word count: 1,042
Rating: PG-13, I guess, for death
Prompt: [community profile] inkstains contest 43: alone at the end
Notes: Depressing! Whee!


One morning Deri woke up and she wasn’t coughing anymore.

It was almost hard to believe. She pushed herself all the way upright—she’d been sitting half-up anyway, pillows and a blanket piled behind her, to help with her breathing during the night—and took a careful breath. Then she let it out. There was no tickle in her throat, her lungs didn’t spasm. She took a deeper one. She still didn’t cough.

A smile spread its way across her face, something she hadn’t thought she would feel for a long time, if ever. She must have beaten the illness. She’d been sick for weeks; she had, quite honestly, expected to die.Read more... )
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (CM: Reid: hot like reid gun)
Title: Traveling to Las Vegas
Rating: PG-13 for guns
Characters: Spencer Reid, OCs
Prompt: [personal profile] aldersprig requested Reid in one of my ‘verses!
Summary: Reid tries to get to his mom after the apocalypse.
Author's Notes: Set in my original world of the Wasteland. Of course, in the Wasteland, his name wouldn't be Spencer Reid, because they don't speak English. But close enough!


Spencer Reid unrolled himself from his sleeping bag and stared up at the sky. It hadn’t changed. Still gray, from horizon to horizon.

But that was a good thing, because if the clouds had moved, that would mean wind, and wind would mean pathogens from the cities he’d left behind. Being able to calculate all the possible trajectories of the genetically engineered viruses didn’t help his anxiety.

But Vegas would be safe. Nothing could take root there. Once he crossed the mountains, there should be nothing windborne following him. It wasn’t his first or even his second reason for aiming for Las Vegas—those would be his mother and the Hoover dam, respectively—but it was still pretty high on the list.Read more... )
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Writing: stories last longer)
Hi and welcome to my Dreamwidth journal! The main thing I post here is original fiction.

My work is posted with varying degrees of privacy. If nothing is listed after the summary, it is a public piece. If it says "locked," then you must be on my access list to read it (usually this is because I want to keep rights of first publication intact). If it says "sponsor this," then the beginning of the story is public, with the rest of it waiting to be unlocked for a donation!

The Many Worlds of Clare K. R. Miller )

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clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Wasteland: Taia Lucifer)
I won an icon from the wonderful [personal profile] meeks and this is what she made me! Isn't it gorgeous? The character is Taia Lucifer, hero of my upcoming (someday) series Queen of the Wasteland. I've written a bunch of other stuff in this setting, mostly to help me work things out, and also because I love apocalyptic settings. I don't think I've written anything about Taia yet, though, except for the prologue which is not posted and I might not keep anyway. Even though I really like the title, which is "The Madness of Taia Lucifer."

Anyway, you should all check out [personal profile] meeks' art and comment, because if you comment you could win an awesome custom icon like this one!

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