There are several stories up for grabs. These four are from the few Sunday Six challenges we have placed up to whet people's appitites. Due to the fact we need a small bit of extra cash, and we believe people should be rewarded for said contributions, we are placing these up for sponsorship.

These are, in alphabetical order as follows:

Bleepin' Blizards, 1 part, buy it now=$13
A snow rescue very nearly goes south. Story contains nonsuicidal thoughts of death; happy ending assured, though!
Dancing blades, and Evening shades, 1 part, buy it now=$9 A sparring lessons sparks a lifelong friendship.
Ocean of Pasta, 1 part, buy it now=$7
A couple's pasta date turns into an unexpected mess. Story contains a bit of H/C
Pocket conversations, 1 part, buy it now=$8
A mage helps a troubled teen work through a difficult situation.

This is enoug, I think, to start. If all of these are sponsored, therewill be more; happy holidays for those who celebrate.

-Kaelaren~
Another week; another six :)

***
Saranya laughed as she skipped down the hill after her friend. "Featherstar, wait!"

He looked up, saw her, then stopped, "Little Princess."

"Princeling Mage." She gave him a smile, "I...I need your guidance, o wise one."

He scurried into the shadows telling her silently to follow him with a wave.

~Away from ears.~ He said, ~And eyes. You know what they say, don't you?~
She 'nodded.' ~Featherstar...no. I can't be that to you. Or Him. He's...he's creapy. when He turns She...I can't.~

He pulled a portal and dropped them both into a realm wher time did not exist as anyone knew it, and only then asked, "Tell me Little One. Tell me what you see."
I'd forgotten to give this thing credit, but this concept is gleefully stolen from [personal profile] alexseanchai who probably just as gleefully stole it from elsewhere.

Also: any of these pieces once posted are open to sponsor, for the time being. PM me for wordcount and price, and I will happily oblige.

***

The instructor’s amused laughter reached my ears, “Up, Shifter. On your feet.”
I tried to move, couldn’t, tried again, and this time managed to scramble, rather gracelessly, to my feet. Why this particular instructor called me ‘shifter’, I could never figure out. Oh sure it fit me to some degree, but I’d never allowed anyone else to call me that. Especially in…wait, there *wasn’t* anyone else in the room…or was there?
This set of six is under a cut. Content warning, nonsuicidal thoughts of death, and the beginnings of what could happen when trapped in snow. It ends Okay, though, I promise!

Read more... )
Most of what I have right now are short pieces. These are six sentences from one of those. This one is called "Ocean of Pasta". And is complete.

***

“No!

Dammit, no!”

Cassie stood on the other side of the kitchen, her hands caked in egg and half-made pasta dough.

She looked pissed.

“Not again.”

She slammed her hands into it emphasizing the last syllable.
.
***

-T~

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