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Title: Return
Words: 1502
Mini-Challenge Prompt: absent friends
Notes: Wow. I have no idea where this came from. I've been working on something similar for the last couple of days, and this suddenly grabbed me at lunch time. Until then, I thought the costumed League had ceased to exist in the 31st century. Looks like I was wrong.
Summary: Life's about to change in Snakepit City.

( She needed to change the colours. Grey and rust were for another city, another age. )

Current Mood: excited
Current Location: Cambridge, UK
Current Music: The Lucksmiths - Warmer Corners

*waves* Hello. Still alive, just mad busy.

And I finally managed to write something for the lilac challenge. ^_^ I'll be doing a round-up and issuing a new challenge tomorrow, unless anyone else has a prompt they want to throw to the masses.

Here you are. Short (very short) and sweet. Or, well, short and creepy.

( The Lilacs of Col Astarra: 519 words )

Current Mood: rushed
Current Location: Cambridge, UK

( 1: Devon, squirrels )

( 2: Thunderstorms, Sphinx and Nimbus )

( 3:Mobile phone, plastic spork and goat )

( 4: Young Emli, fiberglass, thermocouple, and something sonic powered )

( 5: shooting stars, fireflies and fairies )

*shakes finger at various people* Honestly.

Current Mood: cold

( Livejournal as a resource for writers )

Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Location: Cambridge, UK

*pokes snippet* Hmm. If all else fails, I'm still an Arthurian geek. Yes, I know I said red hot pokers would be required to make me write any more from this setting, but...

Setting: The Charnel house of St Bride's Church, Fleet Street, London-Under-the-Water, about 100 years from now. Jenny, Artie and Lance are about fourteen here, and an adventure has not quite gone as planned...

Note: I haven't actually been into the crypt of St Bride's, so this may be inaccurate. I'm fairly confident that it would be very close to a resurgent River Fleet, especially in the sort of disaster scenario I set up in The Flowering of the May.

1458 words

( Below the Fleet )

Current Mood: slightly more optimistic
Current Location: My desk
Current Music: Mediaeval Baebes

I was having a nice relaxed weekend. Nothing had particularly grabbed me, writing-wise, so I was catching up with comments and tackling Wallflower and Juniper. With my head full of Saisorhi, I went to check the description of Solan in Hollow Stars.

Yes, Hollow Stars. The dead WIP.

The dead WIP with a Lazurus complex.

After it had finished jumping on me, rubbing my face in the mud and laughing, I realised the blasted thing has finally acquired a coherent plot (the lack of which was the main factor in keeping it dead). In view of that, I made purty hero pictures of the characters; did a thorough edit and comma-ify; finished the third chapter; and moved it all over here. Hence it will be the first thing to get deleted off Elfy.

( Solan, Nerit, Ria, Caroline and Ben )

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( Chapter 3: Realisation )

Current Mood: miffed

It's not very often fantasy writers get to walk the ground their stories are set in. Yesterday I did just that. My Hawthorn story begins in London. Unfortunately, all my research led me to the conclusion that it had to start in Westminster. I barely know that end of London. I'd had been confident writing anything set in the West End or Holborn or even the City. I haven't been to Westminster for years and I've spent the last few days with maps spread out around me as I write. Even Google Earth, wondrous as it is, couldn't tell me all I needed to know, so Mum and I thought we'd go up sometime next week.

Yesterday we were supposed to be going to Portsmouth for shopping and to climb the Spinnaker tower and see the views over the Solent. However, when I woke up it was -2° (about as cold as it gets over here) and was forecast to stay that way, even on the coast. So, at the last minute, we decided to go to London instead.

( Yup, another of those entries which starts with a map )

Current Mood: cold
Current Music: Random stuff on the radio

As all I'd managed to acheive by 11pm was to buy a book, read said book and make more Nimbus icons, I decided I'd better do something to make the day worth staying awake through. Therefore, another little snippet. This one really was written in 45 minutes, including research but not proof-reading.

In the previous episode Ocelot and Tiger were searching for a lead after a string of dead half-human chimaeras were discovered on the docks of Atlantis. Ocelot encountered the mysterious Mr Nix and attempted to procure an invitation...

( Episode Two (863 words) )

Current Mood: curious

*sighs*

I have too many WIPs and I can't seem to finish any of them. Of course playing with the new version of the eLouai dollmaker hasn't helped my productivity at all however relaxing it is after a stressful few days. I ended up making new dolls of Tiger and Ocelot and threw together a quick picture of the two of them, supposedly at some society do in Atlantis.

That added more characters to all those clamouring for attention. To fix that and prove that I can finish something I just gave myself 45 minutes to write something in that setting. I actually took an hour and a quarter to finish this but that includes the time I spent fact checking. Apologies if it sounds rushed.

There may have to be a sequel next time I need to clear my mind. I have a nasty feeling I may have to dig out an article on chimaeras as well because I only half-know what they are.

( Chimaera (1491 words) )

Current Mood: weary

Sparrow learns her captors' plans. Elaine and Andy join the League in the desperate search to save her.
If you enjoyed this try Pale Sisters, the sequel.

( Sparrow )

In the city of Atlantis superheroes swing the streets at night and down on the docks cloners breed assassins. A superhero is trapped by her enemies. Meanwhile, her younger sister is having strange dreams...
The prequel to Pale Sisters. All comments welcome.
These are my favourites - any comments are gladly received.

( Sparrow )

he next Atlantis story. Juliet Kobuta has made a new life for herself, both as an actress and as the League hero Titania. But she cannot hide from her past forever...
Thanks are owed to Becca Lusher for this one - I wouldn't have written yet if she hadn't asked. The finished thing! Titania's past and a few more mysteries.
WARNING! This went very dark on me in part two so beware.
Thanks are owed to my Mum for answering all my questions about theatre layout and providing me with some very useful ideas.

( Titania )

Titania's tale continues. From high above the city she and Tiger venture into Darkness to confront her past and a new threat.
This scared me in places and I wrote it. It was suffering from plot holes which I could best fix in line with the themes by, er, killing people.
There are a lot of Midsummer's Night Dream references in this part. I've tried to make them subtle enough that you don't need to know the play to understand what's happening. If you do know the play, I'd love to know what you think because it was a bit of an experiment.
If this is what I do with MND I really need to go and read something gentle and non-violent. Like Macbeth. Or Hamlet.
Lynx and Sphinx are major characters who gatecrashed this story. Neither of them were due to show up yet but they enlivened things so I let them stay. *glances at stage* That might have been a mistake.

( Titania )

Sometime in the later years of the League's history, Tiger and Sphinx are waiting for a hostage exchange. There's nothing for them to do but sit in the space station and wait together. After the first few hours Sphinx begins to talk....

Zaveka is a C'Tiri word formed of the runes for Balance and Justice. It means something between fair's fair and all's fair in love and war. It's usually said bitterly with a shrug. vashalar means 'better than brother'. It's used for very close friends, in-laws and, occasionally, lovers. Here it means 'foster-brother.'

( Zaveka )

( Ardent )

( Lament for the Ninth Legion )

( Pimpernel )

( An Avowal )

There had been Arslans in the League long before the Fleet ever existed.

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( Chapter 2: Leviathan )

Current Mood: stupid muse

Floating alone in space, she tries desperately to remember who she is and what happened to her...

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( Chapter 1: Adrift )

Current Mood: My muse hates me

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Entries tagged with writing

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The Lilacs of Col Astarra

Drabbles!

Semi-serious thoughts

The Fleet in Flood

I hate my muse

The City of Westminster

Chimaera (2)

Chimaera

Sparrow (2/2)

Sparrow (1/2)

Titania (1/2)

Titania (2/2)

Zaveka

Ardent

Lament for the Ninth Legion

Pimpernel

An Avowal

The Hollow Stars - Chapter Two

The Hollow Stars - Chapter One