Part One
Addergoole-verse, Early 2012 (in the middle of the Apocalypse)
Written to
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Guys, I have 1200 words of commissions on my to-write plan for this month, and no commissions to write!

(and we all know I like to stick to the plan, don't we...)

Every have something you really wanted to see me write?

Or something left you saying "More, Please!"Now's the time ( Read more... )

Written to Kuro-Neko's commissioned continuation of Survival, of Fae Apoc, sometime in late 2011/early 2012.Three, two... “Are you saying...” Ross Wetherschilde spoke slowly, as if not quite wanting to get to the end of his sentence. “...that there is a ‘fae’ onboard this life raft ( Read more... )

This is a continuation of There Are Always Choices for
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* The next time an icon day comes around, someone remind me I need a good icon of some sort for Fairy Town?
* Written to flofx's commissioned prompt: A continuation of Old Stories and old Fates.
* Fairy Town has a landing page here..

There were things those people in their tainted church would never say. There were things that no-one in this tainted ( Read more... )

Written to flofx's commissioned prompt: "Bishop Macnamilla says 'The elders did not listen to me. They were squeamish' in Faries in the Church. Just what happened between Macnamilla and the elders? How much did he tell them of what he wanted to do?"

Fairy Town has a landing page here.. This story is set a few decades or more before the "current" ( Read more... )

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Written to SkySailor's commissioned continuation of
Live-In
and
ArrangementsIt too Adrian two weeks to decide. Sara tried, during those two weeks, to let him have all the breathing room he needed to decide. She made the most of crock-pot and one-dish recipes, shortcuts and take-out, to make sure he didn’t have to feel like meals were waiting on ( Read more... )

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Rock, Hard, Now What?

“How do we get through this? I’ll tell you how. Let me go. Then I can get out of this damn place, and I’ll be just fine.” He flexed against the chains, digging their edges into his skin. “You can fend for yourself.”

“Not going to happen. Letting you go is suicide for me - and the king’s soldiers will hunt you down ( Read more... )