Clare-Dragonfly

Title: The Geek
World: other (post-apocalyptic but not Wasteland)
Word count: 1,759
Rating: PG-13 for violence to animals
Prompt: 3WW: carcass, geek, slash
Notes: This is a fairly unpleasant story, but what did you expect with those prompt words?! It kind of feels like the start to a novel to me, but I'm not sure I could (or would want to) write a whole novel about Latanya.


Latanya had been waiting three years for this.

The first time the circus came through, she’d gone with her mother and her three older brothers. Her brothers had all gone into the tent to see the geek, and they’d all come out laughing and whooping. Latanya had asked—begged—to be allowed to go in to see it, but her mother had forbidden it and her brothers had forbidden it even more.

That night, Tony had woken them all up with his retching. There had been chicken feathers in his vomit. “The circus geek,” all three brothers murmured to each other (not knowing Latanya heard), and that was the last it had been spoken of.( Read more... )

Title: Closed Circle
Word count: 1011
Rating: PG-13 for language
Prompt: 3WW: evident, illusion, tragic
Notes: So this isn't done, obviously, but it just sort of spilled out so I figured I'd post what I have. I don't know who they are or where they got there, and I only have a vague idea of where they are.

Also, I have lots of new writerly friends so I figure I should make my thoughts on comments a little more explicit! Any kind of comment on my writing is absolutely welcome. That ranges from "this is cool"-type comments to typo-picking to serious concrit. Concrit is love. Plus, if you give good concrit you will probably get added to my beta readers access group, which means you'll see a little more fiction from me, and what you see will be longer. That may or may not be an incentive ;)



“Where are we?”

“Calm down a minute, Kimmy, let me—”

“No, I will not calm down.” Kimmy grabbed Scott’s wrists and forcibly held him still. “Where the hell are we?”

“I don’t fucking know, okay?” He wrenched his wrists out of her grip and continued his pacing. “Just let me… let me figure this out.”( Read more... )

Title: The Fishwife
Word count: 748
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 3ww: plausible, taint, willingly
Notes: Sequel: The Mender

He always came home smelling of fish. It disgusted her, but there was nothing to be done, was there? At least he always brought a fish or two home for the table. They wouldn’t be getting much of anywhere if he didn’t. As it was, Nella still feared from time to time that they would have to end up selling their child to the Academy. She rested her hand protectively on her swelling belly and did her best to smile at her husband as he slapped two clean, gutted fish down on the table.( Read more... )

I was skating home from school when I saw the revival tent. I never could resist revivals. I usually didn't end up going for more than an hour, but there was something about the frenzied, endemically friendly activity of a revival that drew me in.( Read more... )

Feedback, questions, and criticism welcome! I might continue this; any thoughts on what should happen next?