So anyway, I wrote a thing for the Day of Porn, which was yesterday as of an hour and a half ago, but it's not actually all that pornographic.  It does take place in not-Prague, in the universe of not-Poland, and it involves a Zelnik.  I will explain that below the cut, and after the story, because I want to see if the story is readable without the ( Read more... )

It took several tries and a fair amount of money all around, but Frank got his vote counted ( Read more... )

part one
part twoThe wind blew harder and harder: the rain fell harder and harder: till it was slicing horizontally through the premature twilight. Ben, soaked past the skin to his bones, wearing only a shirt because his sodden jacket was protecting the bones of dead creatures, made his way as best as he could along the footpath. Usually crowded ( Read more... )

(Part One)The beach, of course, was littered from the storm. Piles of kelp as tall as a ten year old loomed over vast drifts of crab claws, shark egg casings, bits of clamshell, and cones of redwood and eucalyptus. Two logs, each reminiscent of first growth wonders, hulked across the sand at least two hundred yards from the river mouth ( Read more... )

first, a quote: The aim of the Eskimo storyteller is to pass the time during the long hours of darkness; if he can send his hearers to sleep, he achieves a triumph. Not infrequently a story-teller will introduce his chef-d'œuvre with the proud declaration that "no one has ever heard this story to the end." The telling of the story thus becomes a ( Read more... )

It was all routine. It was Meredith's sixth month of her sixth pregnancy. She was a strong specialist, and enjoyed her work very much, even the bittersweet moment of goodbye when the child weaned and moved on to the youth house where he or she would be raised by the child development specialists. She had kept in touch with a couple of her ( Read more... )

Thinking about James's question about stories with generation ships that don't have spectacular failures of mission, and the subesquent claim by some of his followers that you don't get a story unless you have mission failure ( Read more... )

I have a title: "A suitable lover." I have the first chapter: the scene that came to me this weekend in which Sonny lays out his theory that his role in life is to be the unsuitable lover who leads a person to discover their suitable lover, plus another scene where Sonny offers to date Pete in order to magically summon the suitable lover for Pete ( Read more... )

Sonny leaned back and put his feet up on the chair next to him. Pete didn't bother telling him to put his feet down: the deck of the coffee house wasn't going to fill up today. The clouds were just sitting up there right now, but they were churning around the edges, as if debating the question of rain ( Read more... )

( maybe, maybe not, but I'm sick of it )