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The prompt post is here! This month's theme is villains.

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clare_dragonfly: Claudia from Warehouse 13 all in purple, text: if I only could make a deal with God (WH13: Claudia: deal with god)
A knight rode into the path in front of Gwanwyn. She grinned and pulled her horse to a halt.

The knight was fully armored, presenting only a blank-faced helm. The horse was likewise unremarkable. A shield hung at the knight’s side, but it bore no device.

“Lillian,” Gwanwyn called, half-teasing, half-taunting, “is that you?”

The knight made no reply. Gwanwyn was certain that if Lillian had recognized her voice, she would have either spoken or gotten out of the way. Mostly certain.

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This story was written to [personal profile] aldersprig's prompt, "Making yourself a memory."
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The prompt post is here! This month's theme is memories.

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clare_dragonfly: pink dragonfly in green frame, text: Clare (!Clare-Dragonfly)
After two months crashing with Dylan—though he had continued to insist she was an honored and invited guest and he absolutely could use a roommate, he would be happy to let her pitch in on the rent—Mo finally had her own place.

As it turned out, she didn’t need a job first. All she needed was first and last month’s rent, and despite re-buying her entire wardrobe and treating herself and her friends to nice dinners and drinks two or three times a week, she still had that and more. The payout wasn’t worth the time in Binnington or the time under her uncle Edgar’s thumb (nothing could be), but at least it was making her life livable.

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This story was written to [personal profile] aldersprig's prompt, "explosive personalities," and mjkj's prompt, "Wow, my heart did just go boooom." It most directly follows She Has Her Reasons but there's a couple of months between them that may get filled in later.
clare_dragonfly: A red rose laying on an open book, text: read a book (Reading: read a book)
The prompt post is up here! It's open to anyone to prompt--so please feel free to head over there and leave a prompt (or leave one in the comments here)! The theme is explosions.

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clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Writing: stories last longer)
Kerri waved her hand in the air between her and the mirror.

There was a beat, a pause. Then, and only then, did the mirror wave back.

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clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Writing: typewriter & notebook)
The prompt post is up here! It's open to anyone to prompt--so please feel free to head over there and leave a prompt (or leave one in the comments here)! The theme is "illusions and the seeing through of such."

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clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Writing: typewriter & notebook)
AJ didn't expect to be doing anything on the 14th. Classically, this was the sort of day AJ stayed home, alone, with the blinds closed. The world got downright dangerous on days like this.

And then Sam had asked them on a date. For Valentine's Day. Sam had looked so sweet and hopeful, their brown eyes huge and glistening, and AJ had found themself saying yes against their better judgment.

So now here they were--AJ and Sam. In a romantic restaurant. One that was full to the brim with those idiotic little Cupids, hovering about, laughing to each other, and taking aim with their ridiculous heart-shaped arrows.

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This story was written to [personal profile] aldersprig's prompt, "X didn't expect to be doing anything on the 14th. Classically, this was the sort of day x stayed home, alone, with the blinds closed..."
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Reading: bunny)
The prompt post is up here! It's open to anyone to prompt--so please feel free to head over there and leave a prompt (or leave one in the comments here)!

This month's theme is Valentine's Day.

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clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Angels in America: prophet)
The master was dead.

Alacenna studied her hands, which he had created. She looked at the tray full of clean and dried dishes, which he had created her to work with. She turned to look at her fellow androids, but none were in the kitchen; that did not change the fact that he had created them as well.

What were they to do now?

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This story was written to [personal profile] aldersprig's prompt, "Everyone else thought it was an ending. Even she did at first. Until..." and is a complete reworking of this story from the January 2012 Garden of Prose.
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Default)
For 2016, I've changed how my Patreon works somewhat, and prompting is now open to everyone! This month's theme is new beginnings. Go to the Patreon post to leave a prompt or, if you prefer, leave a prompt in the comments below.

I've only reached the first goal milestone on my Patreon, so I will choose one prompt to write to this month, and the story will be available to patrons only (though I will, as usual, post a teaser at my journal). If you become a patron for $1 a month or more, you'll be able to read the full story!
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Curse Workers: too good to be true)
There once was a man of our people who had a secret hidden under his lands.

This was in the old country, you understand, child—the land where our ancestors came from, where we had lands and fields and crops and cattle. The lands I speak of were not like the tiny window box we have in our Sivrit ghetto, nor even the great city of Rhakah, where he might have a yard as big as a coffin.

The lands that hid the secret were as big as the city of Rhakah, and bigger. They went as far as the eye can see, and farther. They were as wide as the arms of a loving father, and wider.

The man of our people had his sheep, and he fed and watered them on his lands. He had his crops, and he grew and plowed them on his lands. He had his children, and he worked and reared them on his lands.

But under it all he had a secret. The sheep did not know it, the crops did not know it, and even the children did not know it.

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clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Skull)
It was Hallowe’en night, at last.

Lucy lay awake in bed, still and silent, pretending to sleep until she could hear the light snores of her roommate. Then she got up very quietly. She’d had to wait until Clementine was asleep to sneak out, because there was no way she would possibly understand, and she would probably report Lucy to the dorm mother.

Lucy was rather more daring and modern than her stuffy roommate, so she put on her shoes quietly, and then carefully opened the window and leaned out.

She would have no trouble getting out this way. There were no bushes by the window, and since they were on the ground floor, she would hardly even have to jump. The window was small, though, so she took her hat and tossed it a ways off into the grass, where she would not risk crushing it.

She pushed herself through, using her arms as leverage. She was still fully dressed, and she had some trouble bending her knees in her long skirt, tight down to her calves. She tumbled awkwardly onto the grass, but she made it out at last, hastily shut the window behind her, and stood out in the field, breathing the cool air and staring up at the bright moon.

She lifted her hat from the ground and pinned it back to her head, making sure it was at an attractive angle. He would be here soon. She looked around, smiling, waiting for him to meet her. He was taking her to a party, but he’d been very mysterious about where and what it was.

She could hardly wait.


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clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Witchy: moon worship)
The Patreon story for February is now up! Pledge just $1 per month to read this story and all the other patron-exclusive stories I post there.

Angel sits up in bed. The moon shines down on her, bathing her in light.

She is aware she is dreaming. She knows that the moon is not full tonight; it is in its waning quarter, and could not be shining this much light down on her. She knows, too, that the moonlight could never enter her window like this in the true night.

But she sits, and then she stands, because that is what she feels she must do.
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Witchy: moon worship)
Charlie was sitting on his couch, staring at the TV even though it was off, head aching from the full moon festivities from the night before, when there was a knock at his door. He turned his head fuzzily, then made himself get up and go answer it. That was his job. He’d signed up for this. If someone needed his help, he was going to be there to give it to them.

To his relief, the knock was his neighbor and fellow RA—so he probably didn’t have to help her with anything. “Lorelei. Hi. Want a cup of coffee? Or, uh, tea? I was just about to make… something. Something with caffeine.”


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clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Curse Workers: too good to be true)
Shante crouched outside the window, Mira by her side. They could just see through into a spacious room where a group of children sat. Someone inside was making them all sing a nonsensical old song (plasticine porters with looking-glass ties, suddenly someone is there at the turnstiles), presumably for the same reason Shante and Mira were listening and watching—to see if any of the children could Sing.

There were four that Shante could identify. Four who made the air around them shimmer with color, whose warbling, uncertain notes were accompanied by fanciful butterflies or the scent of cream. Four Singers whose abilities could be controlled and used. Four Singers who were worth a lot of money.


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clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Writing: stories last longer)
[livejournal.com profile] wander_realtai is crowdfunding a painting, entitled "Nebula."

Disabled Poet Seeks Healthy Macbook

A very dear friend of mine needs money for medical expenses. You can read the full story at the YouCaring page, but the basics are that she has a rare and extremely painful illness. I've seen the progression of this disease on her body and it's awful. It can cause her pain just to be touched. There's an unusual medical procedure that can put her illness into remission, but her insurance won't cover it. She's had it done before and it was a complete and miraculous success for several years, until a different medical procedure was botched and caused the illness to come back. So far she's raised a decent amount of money, but not nearly enough for the procedure. Please, if you can't give, spread the word--every little bit helps!

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And on a different note, [personal profile] becka_sutton recently posted about Patreon. I am really intrigued by its setup and keep coming back to it. Basically, people sign up to donate a certain amount for each piece that's released--it seems to be mostly video creators and musicians, so people are paying per video or per song. (I did do a search and found some people doing written fiction, but they don't seem to be having success yet.)

I'm considering how I might make this work for me as a crowdfunding model. One of the main reasons I stopped doing Gardens of Prose was that I don't like taking a chunk of time out of my usual novel-writing schedule to write a bunch of short stories, much as I enjoy writing to prompts otherwise. (Actually, that might be the entire reason.) But I do enjoy writing a short story from time to time--or, like I did earlier this month, tossing out a bunch of them when I find myself unexpectedly between longer projects.

So I was thinking about setting up a Patreon project for my short fiction--like I said to Becka, it seems like the sort of thing that makes more sense with a somewhat irregular schedule, rather than a serial novel like Chatoyant College with predictable updates. I would post most stories to my journal like usual, and would accept requests from patrons and offer patron-only stories (as well as other benefits). Anyone else have any thoughts on this? Would you sign up to give me a dollar per short story?

I would also be interested to see other people trying this out!
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (tea)
[personal profile] limiinal is taking prompts for flash fiction on the theme of masks, memory, and magic, and has written Scramble to my prompt!

Scheherezade's Facade: Fantastical Tales of Gender Bending, Cross-Dressing, and Transformation is a Kickstarter campaign for a fantasy anthology. All the stories are there, but they need funds for publication. One of the authors included, Aliette de Bodard, is among my favorite short story writers ever.

[personal profile] ariestess's free monthly one card draw is open!

The Torn World March Muse Fusion is open! If you leave a prompt there, I might end up writing to it!
clare_dragonfly: drawing of a man in a brown turtleneck, looking away, text: time for a hundred visions and revisions (Writing: visions and revisions)
[personal profile] haikujaguar is crowdfunding the first novel of Spots the Space Marine on Kickstarter.

[personal profile] anke is doing a fiction fishbowl with the theme of Law and Order.

Coming up this weekend will be [personal profile] aldersprig's Giraffe Call, with a theme of wine and roses; [community profile] crowdfunding's Crowdfunding Creative Jam, with a theme of alternative sexualities/QUILTBAG; and my own Garden of Prose, with a theme of fountains, statues, & gazing balls.
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Writing: stories last longer)
The Rose and Bay Awards honor excellence in crowdfunded creativity. Unfortunately voting is only at Livejournal, but you should be able to sign in with OpenID to vote in the polls.

This year you can vote for me and my Garden of Prose project under the Fiction category! Thanks for the nomination, [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith!

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