worldofwords

Between Hoof and Horne where love is Born
By worldofwords/SPC^T
Word count: (Story only) 620
Both prompted and sponsored by flamingsword with my deepest thanks.!

::This story is contained a new universe, where some names from other pieces may be repeated. In this story two satyrs discover things about each other despite a tumult of emotions surrounding both their pasts.::

Her goat-like hooves drummed the ground as she waited. Would he even show? She was still nervous as hell. After her inordinately bad break up with Landin, who was no longer even among the living, so far as she could tell, it was a shock to feel the fluttering in her chest, and the butterflies in her stomach and…well, quite frankly, other parts, as well, for Aristaven. Ari, as he was more commonly called, was just…dear gods, he was gorgeous. The long dark auburn curls that went to the middle of his back, the perfectly placed, exquisitely shaped horns… She just couldn’t. Her own red spring-like curls made a delightful contrast to his, and her own horns, even if they flared out more than some said they should… she couldn’t help forming a delightfully wonderful picture in her head. But…dammit, he had to show first.
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Hello all.

As the prompt call this last time ran s couple of months (Thank you depression) I may leave this one open a bit longer as well; depends on how the mood strikes.

This one, however, is all about the Midsummer. In especial, the "midsummer mayhem."

Give me prompts. Shennanigans you want previous characters to get up to; your favorite summer activity; what your fantisy would be for the holiday. And anything else besides!

Come by, jump in, have fun!

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It is Friday, it is the 13. So far as I know supersttion has it that luck goes south on the 13th.

Let's reverse that shall we?

Luc,ky stricks, chance meetings, anything to do with just plan

Good luck

I will leave this open until Monday at noon. Please come by and prompt.

With COVID-19 you might be seeing smaller prompt calls; we do not do boredom well. I will try to keep thiese to 500 words. I'm borrowing from a few friends of mine with the following: You boost, I add another 100 words. My price is 1 penny per word for the time being; so a 500 word story would be $5.

Jump in, have fun!

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There is this Hallmark Holiday: Valentines Day.
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I am honoring in an unusual way. Instead of 'love' (or maybe in addition to)

How about we shine a light on "the more unusual relationships." and also "Unequ3e traditions"

They can be anything from blending traditions from other cultures, to people having relationships that not many think are valid, such as aromantic ones, or people who are happier with their relationship with their pets than people. Go so far as to even say that a child can spend a Valentines day with their parent...

Throw things at me; make me work. :d

I will try to keep these to 500 words, and will steal from some fellow writers and say that each signal boost will add an extra 100 words.

This prompt call will be open until midnight or so on Tuesday, as I have put this one up much later than planned.

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Midday mochas, part 1 of one, compolete
Word count (Story only) 521

::This story is set in polychrome heroics, and is posted in trade from an anonomous prompter, with my thanks to them!::

Kendle picked up the phone, and immediately winced in sympathy for whoever was calling her. She hadn’t had chance to see the number, so she didn’t know exactly who it was, ‘xcept for that it was someone on the ‘safe’ list, because it had gotten through the emergency settings.
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It is the second Friday ovf the month, ant that means a prompt call! This is a prompt call for fun and fluffy things. Gentle fiction reigns in this particular prompt call.

This month's theme is all about ones

Favorite memory

Give me prompts, yall, images, titles, descriptions. Songs, even. I also have a less usual patterns buingo card for anyone wishing to sponsor a square.

Com on by and have fun!

ETA: Aaand I'm the silly one who forgot to put the link to the tip jar, so to speak at the bottom of this prompt call earlier.

So, for those who wish to sponsor any of the below pieces the link is:
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Hello there.

Ending the new year and beginning a new one is always an exciting, daunting, and altogether new process. It is often filled with

Limetless Possibuilities

This is the theme for this end of year prompt fest thaqt will run from now until 3:00 AM (Or perhaps a tad bit later...) on the first day of the new year.

There is no word limit for this prompt, except for that it will *not* be a drabble.

Come one, com all, fill the last few days of the year with ideas. Perhaps it will spring the creative juices into gear for the coming year.

Poly Party time, part 1 of one, complete
Word count (story only) 1072

::This story came out of the crowdfunding creative jam for November, and was inspired by a prompt from ysabetwordsmith it also references an idea by alexseanchai. It is sponsored at a discounted rate by flamingsword as an early holiday gift because they are amazing; may they have a three fold return! This is the sequel to The Cake is Not a Lie! and is also set in Polychrome Heroics.::

It was there tenth anniversary. The bakers they had hired promised something special. The ballroom they had rented had been used for the same tea party Shaela and Jasmine had been to just a week ago, and was now decked out in asexual pride paraphernalia.
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During the last day of the November creative Jam, I wrot one pice, and yesterday I wrote another two. Total wordcount: 2,948. I like this.
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This opinion piece is written as an opinion on the different types of intelligence. I hope you enjoy. Written for the Terramagne universe with permission.
( Whales be as people to me. )

What follows is the translation written by the character living with the prior; this is set to be on the facing page of whatever newsprint this article is placed.
( Whales are people too. )

Notes:
Jacob McKenna is the name Jay has picked to go by in Terramagne for legal purposes; Jay is what a lot of his crew/street people call him: Bluejay is his 'capename'. Bluesplayer is his Black!sheep handle, whenever that becomes necessary.

Phela:
Her name is actually Phaline Phela; she prefers to go by her last name, though. She is just figuring out that she is not as "normal" as she thought she was, and is having a little bit of a hard time with this. (Anything else would be spoilers!) She is totally blind, as well, so is learning to get around a new place and new house; Jacob is the only person, so far, she knows well enough to trust.

(Questions will be answered in later stories; watch this space.)
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