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Challenge #04756-M007: Waifs and Strays

"Okay, what happened?"/ "I tried to sneak off with one of the large cheese-baskets."

"Da, I see that, I mean the bruises."/ "The big goat butted me, and wouldn't let me leave my corner until you showed up."

"Come, let's get you cleaned up, fed, then you can learn skills so you don't need to try to steal from an old devil's wife. My husband's having a nap, he can meet you when he wakes." -- Anon Guest

Delia sighed as she sheltered the waif in her skirts, just to get them past the big Dire Nanny who was currently occupying the carthouse while waiting for her kids to arrive. From the remains of this child's clothes, this had to be another terrible fosterhaus escapee. Lord Waelrin was already conducting investigations, but they took a lot of time, and there were a great many who could not wait for the Archduke's Inquisitors.

Safely inside the house, it was their toy goat's turn to yap at the child, but she could obey commands. She did believe she was a dog, after all.

"Nani, hush," Delia commanded. "This is a guest."

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Wednesday, First Rant of the Year

I think I shall do a New Year's Boast. Mix in the things I aim to accomplish with 10000% horseshit that nobody can possibly get away with. The neat thing about a boast is nobody expects any of it to happen.

Which is a concept I'll have to explain in my OpEd Blog for the slow of mind. In excruciating detail.

Because some of my readers have failed reading comprehension and take everything I say literally, or figure that The Killer could

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Challenge #04755-M006: Two Dogs Cold

The ship had to land, fortunately it wasn't cheese grater, but there was damage. The place they landed was freezing, locked in the dead of winter. The human protected the ship with an igloo, but what really saved the captain and the two small crew members besides the human? A big, fluffy newfoundland dog, and an equally fluffy, if a bit wriggly, husky. Who, for once, wasn't constantly complaining. -- Anon Guest

[AN: They might be lucky that one of them wasn't

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Tuesday, Patreon and Bread

We're down to our last loaf of bread so I shall be informing Miss Chaos that she's making the next batch. That will be happening later in the day. When she's conscious.

Meanwhile, I have Patreon stuff to post, a story to write, and an ankle to ice every two freaking hours.

And thanks to Trackbear, I now know that I've written almost 13K words for various creative works in less than a firkin week. I had NO IDEA I was that

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Challenge #04754-M005: The Better Decision

King Kormwind, tenth of that name. Looked upon the kid that had tried to drive a blade into him.

"What lord sent you?"

The kid shook their head, eyes wide with terror, their thin hands still grasping at a blade long since removed from them.

"Alright, first food, then medical care, then a bath and rest. Then I find out what idiot needs correcting this time." -- Lessons

His dad had warned him about shit like this. He told it as the

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Monday, Writer's Group Shenanigans

The Promptcast is racing toward one million communal words this year. We're already at two percent and the first week of January hasn't even passed.

We're a loquacious bunch, it seems.

And competitive.

We're racing each other to put words into works and it's astonishingly fun. Keeping an eye on the Archive just in case they decide to meet, too.

I may also plug the idea of a year's goal to the Archive and see if we can get some friendly competition

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Challenge #04753-M004: Enough of a Difference

Always so many this time of year. They were but infants, some with horns and tails, some with halos and wings. Some ordinary human, but born abnormal, some from other races. Left out on snowbanks, frozen middens, on game trails, or just sitting in frigid confusion, too cold and tired to cry anymore.

With magic and love, she brought them into her traveling tower. She was a harvest maiden, and she harvested the discarded and unwanted. Her family, formerly discarded, helped her

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Sunday, Streams and Stuff

I had to beg off doing a query letter because backache, headache, and what eventually revealed itself to be a fever.

I'm making myself some super lazy ginger garlic chicken soup, just in case I have full-on Lurgi. The super lazy part is that I am using things I already have at home, and doing as little as possible in the prep department.

Hello slow cooker, my old friend.

An absolute blessing when you're out of spoons.

I'll get that going after

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Challenge #04752-M003: A Bigger Slice

At a highly, abundantly, productive farm planet designated Kestino 12, though humans called it Always Full, was a huge feast where anyone who wanted to come, Alliance member or not, could come had have a good meal.

Sadly, dereggers, who seem to be he universe's designated party-poopers, seem to have a problem with the idea of a bunch of people getting together to hire out a planet to give everyone a FREE meal. -- Anon Guest

[AN: Problematic words in this prompt

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Saturday, Query Draft 3

I spent two hours prawning over my laptop and writing fanfic in the wee small hours, and for some reason my back hurts. Correlation is not causation. I need more data on this.

I have no idea how to log in to my KDP account and withdraw Free Baby so that's a pain in the arse for me.

I'll unriddle this in the fullness of time.

There has to be a way to find the account associated with the publication. Or figure

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Challenge #04751-M002: Frozen Battlefield

They take a couple of class 1 and class 2 deathworlder friends to a human hockey game. The galactics are rather shocked at how violence features into what the humans call, a friendly exhibition match. -- The New Guy

[AN: I know bloody well present-day hockey has rules and procedures to prevent or de-escalate aggression. It's almost adorable]

There's entire comedy routines about Deathworlder sports, and how they symbolically boil down to various hunting activities. Kill the ball, kill the person with

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Friday, I Sense a Cyclone

There's a low pressure system somewhere within a 500km radius of my location and my face is feeling it. I've taken my painkillers and hoping that they actually work this time. If they don't, I have another timer running so I can get a safe, second dose.

Meanwhile, I get going on other stuff. Today's story, cleaning catboxes, creating a VERY rough query letter for Beauties and the Beastly. That sort of thing.

Then I go back around and refine the things

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Challenge #04750-M001: All Alone, More or Less

Victoria Constance Emalia Stanford has had the most dreadful week. Her birthday voyage has ended in an oh so unfortunate shipwreck, her favorite dress is ruined, and she’s washed ashore on an island inhabited by volcano worshipping natives. But, what’s this? Their so called God king is so handsome, so hot, strong like stone.

Perhaps next week won’t be so bad…

A sequel to https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-04752-l365-his-little-sister -- Deathshead419

On one hand, providence and the kind

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Thursday, New Year's Day

It's 2026 and we're all hoping for good news this year.

Unfortunately for me, I started the new year with a pre-migraine blind spot. I have taken my painkillers and I'm hoping they save my ability to can.

And yes, I already put words into ADT.

Now to commence the collection of stories for this year. Whilst editing the old collection for errata.

At least I have the cover sorted. Huzzah.

Onwards to creating this year's first element of nonsense.

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Challenge #04752-L365: His Little Sister

Nineteen years have passed since Karkaul was blessed, and her son has grown into an able, popular priest of the faith. But now his father rumbles and the boy, who’s always seemed so human, must dive into the depths of his father’s molten core and seal that rift guarded only by faith in his heritage.

https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-04710-l326-pray-responsibly -- Deathshead419

Karkaul's son was named Nalani, and was almost typical of a demigod. His skin was as dark

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