I’m going to try spacing my prompts out to one a day, if only to give Geekhyena a break ;)
Also, it gives me more time to think about which prompt would be best to take on and it gives you (yes, you! The individual reading this) time to think up some more prompts to submit or ask me :)
Of course, I will try to do the non-fanficcy ones first, since stretching into my pet universe is a priority for me.
All prompts will be turned into a story. One day at a time.
(#00014)
“PBLTBJ.”
“Yahuh.”
“Peanut butter. Lettuce. Tomato. Bacon. And Jelly.”
“Yyyyyyup.”
“And that was because he was in too much of a hurry to make two sandwiches?”
“And we were almost out of bread at the time.”
“Euw.”
“You should try his leftover turkey fluffernutter-reese sandwich.”
“What?”
“A Reeses sandwich is peanut butter and nutella - or a nutella substitute. Fluffernutter is marshmallow
Read more »I am writing short stories based on submissions from you. Yes you.
If you’re reading this, you can slap together any old word salad you like and pop it in my submissions box. Or my ask box. Or even in an answer below. I will turn it into a story.
Anything you want to see, I will make happen. I may even make it happen in my pet universe.
I can, have, and will turn anything into science
Read more »Very much NSFW fic continued from yesterday:
_:Fracture Twenty-Three: The Ties That Bind
[AN: I’m not up to date on the DareDevil, aka Matthew Murdock, so I made his current assistant up out of whole cloth ^_^ Forgive me, fanboys! And gals…]
The blind man turned to face them as they entered the room. Which was odd, because neither Kurt nor Bluebelle made a sound with their fur-padded feet.
“Hello,” he said. “You must be Kurt and
Read more »Kurt has laundry duty for the first time. Static cling problems ensue :3
Ororo should have known she was in trouble when she saw Kurt wandering the grounds with the laundry basket an obvious weight in his cerulean arms.
“Is there a problem?”
“Ja! Where the washing line ist? I looked everywhere, und… nothing.”
Washing line? “You didn’t see the dryer?”
“Uh. Dryers are expensive, ja? The sun and wind is free.
Read more »Pop a random phrase into my submissions box, or my ask, or even in the answer area below. All challenges will be answered. Just… not in order.
I will write a short story for every prompt given.
Anything goes.
Challenge me.
Read more »Anyone looking at my Smashwords Profile knows that my own skills at making covers for my works are very limited indeed.
I need someone with better art skills than my own (not hard) to make some covers that will actually encourage people to buy my words (tricky bit).
I also have very little in the way of income. Despite the hundred-some folks who’ve downloaded my free story, I have exactly zero folks who’ve bought anything.
I am willing
Read more »Very much NSFW fic continued from yesterday:
Fracture Twenty-Two: Discoveries
Nobody ever went to the ironically misnamed “Good Eatin’” for the food. They went for the high-walled booths that guaranteed privacy and relative solitude from the world outside.
Regulars knew not to go near the ribs.
Earl had seen just about everything happen in those booths. Wierd, pale writer types who came to nurse a plate of chips and a drink over a bothersome manuscript. Covert, spy-like meetings between
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Fracture Twenty-One: Damage Control
A blue fuzzy digit traced across the paper. “Not. In. A. Boat… Not. In. The. Rain!”
“Good,” said Kitty. “That’s it.”
“I. Do. Not. Like. Them. Sam, I, Am,” Bluebelle started grinning. “I do not like green eggs and ham!”
“Good *girl*,” Kitty gave her a hug. “Did you hear that, Kurt?”
“Yes,
Read more »Pop a prompt in my submit, my ask or an answer, and I will write a short fiction in due course.
I will answer every prompt.
You can even ask a question about my pet universe and get an answer and a fiction.
I need more prompts, people.
Read more »Very much NSFW fic continued from yesterday:
Fracture Twenty: Slow-Healing Wounds
Kurt was halfway out of bed before his eyes opened to see where the food was.
“*Told* you he’d like, do that,” said Kitty.
Bluebelle hid a giggle behind two hands.
He was back in his room. In the Institute. Safe and sound. With a brand-new family. “Liebchen! Schatz! Am I glad to see you… And the food.”
“A gigantic economy-size portion of
Read more »(#00012)
Much had changed. Mort was still shocked at most of it. All of it could be traced back to Sara. Sara, no longer plain but still tall. She’d grown two inches by slow degrees and every last atom from top to toe was pure delight. He had a name for every colour of every aqua-to-lapis scale/chromatophore on her delightful skin.
He had changed, too. He no longer hunkered in shadows. He spoke up when he felt wronged. He
Read more »Very much NSFW fic continued from yesterday:
Fracture Nineteen: Way Out
Logan found the scent trail and followed it under the bridge. His nose said the Elf, Half-pint and someone else were there, but his eyes said different. The plant life around the path made an ideal patch of darkness where bridge met earth. He’d have to wait until the bint from hades had gone away, though, before he investigated further.
He picked a relatively comfortable spot and sat himself
Read more »Posting fanfic isn’t going to help me be a better writer [New year’s resolution#1: Work to improve myself] but it is going to attract my old fans, which means more readers. I need readers :)
So. Along side the fanficcery that promises to become a long-standing tradition in this blog [over 100 fanfics, remember?] I am going to accept challenges from my audience. Send me a springboard/prompt. A favourite phrase, a title of some media you love, ask a
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