Challenge #01960-E136: Playing With Alice — Steemit
_Be careful what you wish for,_ they say. They know what they are saying. They’ve had to fight this sort of thing before.
But nevertheless, now that magic has returned to the world, some wishes have power. Some words are uttered in full faith. At the right time. On the right leylines. With the correct pose. On the correct night.
_Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight…_
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Challenge #01909-E085: Some Bargain — Steemit
When you got right down to it, being transformed into one of the great apes wasn’t that bad. Living expenses became super-cheap when all one needed was a hanging tyre and a blanket or three in a corner. The diet was bland, but affordable. Especially if one knew a guy who knew a guy who worked in gardening and could supply an ape with the right kind of prunings.
And, more to the point, nobody argued about late fees. Nobody with an ounce of sense or sensibility would argue with over five hundred pounds of deceptively flaccid muscle.
And yet, despite all that foreknowledge, someone was.
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Babes in the Woods - Chapter 3 - InterNutter - The Adventure Zone (Podcast) [Archive of Our Own]
Since AO3′s search function is doing weird things, have a link to the latest instalment.
A child is found. Duck waddles for amusement. And an urgent need for underpants.
YUS!
I finally finished writing _Babes in the Woods_, a Stolen Century/Amnesty crossover.
At. Firkin. Last.
Shall commence posting tomorrow.
Challenge #01871-E047: Know When to Walk Away — Steemit
Never mind how they got there. The meeting should have been brief. It should have resulted in one of them knowing something the other had to bargain and both of them walking away and muttering, “Sucker…” in evident glee. And yet, the conversation had turned to, of all things, hats.
“Of course it changes every day. I’m a wizard. My hat is me. It suits my mood, my wardrobe… goes with everything, darling.”
Maxim was no fool. He’d tangled with technomancy, struggled against sparks, this was not the day to waltz with a wizard. “End who do hyu hev to keel to get vun like dot?”
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Balance/Amnesty crossover idea!
I have a plot. It’s such a plot. A crazy plot. A silly plot…
Okay enough riffing on Professor Elemental. This would take place shortly after the disaster of Idiot World, so the crew are EXTREMELY cautious of interacting with a tech world again.
But the Light and the Abomination somehow coalesce into a new threat for the Hunters in the Manongaheela(?) National Park. The first anyone knows about anything is a rash of child abandonments in the park. Kids aged between five and ten are just… found. Wandering lost and scared (and all alone, and there was darkness and… stop riffing on Steam Powered Giraffe) with fragmented memories that may or may not match the rash of missing adults.
Ned insists he’s seen a four-eyed creature in the woods. All he ever sees is the eyes. They’re in a row, and highly reflective. Green, two ambers, and another green. The encounters are seconds brief, and it dashes away before he can get a decent blurry photo.
Visitors who are NOT missing adults or suddenly-found children swear they’ve seen two golden-haired kids wandering in the forest. Always from a distance, always running away the instant they’re spotted. One hippie/crunchy new age type was meditating in the woods and when they came out of it, they had been robbed blind. Sort of. Whoever they were stole their boots, all their food, and every single coin they had on them.
Duck has been finding campsites. Unauthorised campsites. Always long since cold. Always full of signs that someone’s been poaching. And the immediate area shows signs of foraging. He knows someone’s living off the park, but he’s damned if he can track them.
And then these two strangers come into town. Fresh-faced kids in weird gear. Who are asking about a set of twins they’ve mislaid. And they’re both kind of young to be parents…
The Monster of the Week is sucking time from its victims. Reducing them to an age where they’re more or less helpless. Or, at the very least, incapable of putting up much resistance. Of course the twins, being 140-something, were a fucking feast for the beast.
It can’t eat anyone under forty years of age. So it’s up to the babies of the crews to save the day.
Good plot? Bad plot? Shiny? Let me know.
Strange Visitors - Chapter 20
The last instalment of this is up!
And I’m going to vanish from posting TAZ stories until I finish something else.
Strange Visitors: Chapter 14
I’ve come back from the dead. Or estivating during a Queensland summer. They’re pretty much the same.
Either way, this story is officially finished and I’m returning to posting a chapter a day. Enjoy.
Strange Visitors, Chapter 11| Archive of Our Own
More of Strange Visitors!
It took a while because plotbunnies.
Challenge #01793-D332: Hello, Goodbye... — Steemit
“Rabbit,” said The Spine severely, gripping his sister’s wrist and preventing her from interacting with the console. “Pressing random buttons is how we got into this mess in the first place.”
“Well s-ss-something’s g-gotta get us back to K-k-k-Kazooland.”
“Uhm,” said Hatchworth. “We have… com-pa-ny.”