Challenge #548 is premature.
- All stories must be 100 words long.
- Please place your story behind a cut if it contains spoilers for the latest season.
- You don't have to use the challenge word or phrase in your story; it's just there for inspiration.
- Please use the challenge tag 548: premature on any story posted to this challenge.
Lovely setting, lovely magic, I loved the characters for the first third where they were finding their feet, but then found it hard to stay engaged, hard to care about what happens. I'm starting to think I love Kameron Hurley's writing in theory but I often lamentably don't enjoy her books as much as I want to.
Girl with all the Gifts by M R Carey (aka Mike Carey)
Woodpijn originally recommended this here and I mostly agreed with her, and with the comments on bookatorium. Read woodpijn's review for a non-spoilery recommendation if that's what you want.
However, I hadn't realised when I thought "oh, that sounds interesting" that it was a new book that would show up in book award lists. That made more sense when I realised M R Carey was Mike Carey, the author of the lovely Felix Castor london exorcist urban fantasy books.
It's different to his other books -- it reads like a mainstream slightly-literary novel that happens to have a slightly scifi-nal premise, but is pretty good.
I also agreed with comments that the first two chapters with Melanie being taught and working out what's wrong were extremely strong, and the rest of the book, while good thought-provoking and enjoyable didn't take those bits as far as I'd hoped.
Other films, I don't have much to say about
Best Exotic Marigold Hotel
FIC LINK: Captains.
AUTHOR LINK: StrangerWithMyFace
WIP?/WORD COUNT: one-shot | ~ 2,180 words
MAIN CHARACTERS: Perscitia, Arthur Wellesley, Excidium
FIC SUMMARY: Perscitia encounters two men at the London covert, and one of them is her captain.
This is a wonderful character study of Perscitia. I would have loved the see more of her in canon, and this story fills my need a little. Love her thought progress, and I like the ending for the hope it gives me.
⌈ Secret Post #3027 ⌋
Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.
( More! )
Secrets Left to Post: 04 pages, 099 secrets from Secret Submission Post #433.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
Current Secret Submissions Post: here.
Suggestions, comments, and concerns should go here.
The first secret from this batch will be posted on April 25th.
1. One secret link per comment.
2. 600x600 px or smaller.
3. Link directly to the image.
- Doing it RIGHT: http://i.imgur.com/KuBug.png
- Doing it WRONG: http://imgur.com/KuBug
Optional: If you would like your secret's fandom to be noted in the main post along with the secret itself, please put it in the comment along with your secret. If your secret makes the fandom obvious, there's no need to do this. If your fandom is obscure, you should probably tell me what it is.
Optional #2: If you would like WARNINGS (such as spoilers or common triggers -- list of some common ones here) to be noted in the main post before the secret itself, please put it in the comment along with your secret.
Optional #3: If you would like a transcript to be posted along with your secret, put it along with the link in the comment!
My favorites were the wolves, who were adorable and acting like giant puppies. There were also coyotes, lynx, deer, bison, owls, vultures, a hawk and an eagle.
( Six more photos under the cut )
We ate a picnic lunch at the center, toured the museums, and hiked around. After dropping Rachel off, Jen and I stopped at West Gate Mall, because Jen had never been there and we wanted to visit Anna, who works at the Wisconsin Craft Market.
We browsed a baseball card & collectables shop. Jen is really into the hockey players Paul Kariya and Teemu Selanne, and to her joy she found a hockey card with both of them. I found Avengers #216, AKA the one where Tony Stark spends the whole issue wearing only Donald Blake's jacket wrapped about his waist, because the Molecule Man has disintegrated his armor. Yes, I bought it. Did you even have to ask?
Then that night we went to Starbucks so I could work on some fic. While there a tall wheeled cart broke, and we helped hold it up so an employee could fix the wheel, plus we helped pick up the spilled baked goods (luckily all wrapped, so they were all salvageable). The employee gave us free cookies in thanks. So that was a nice end to the day!
Watch Human Dorito Chris Evans Eat Doritos From A Bag With His Own Dorito Face On It.
Oh. MY GOD. These men are a gift.
We have eleven participants this year, and it should be a great fest!
Following are the links to all the Dear Creator letters. If your letter is still a placeholder, now would be a good time to update it!
If you have not written a letter and decide you would like to, please leave a link in the comments on either the LJ or DW post and we'll update the lists. Prompts will be revealed for treat purposes later in the creation period.
Dear Creator letters
Oof. I thought writing an entry would help me have more to say (that I would want to say in public?), but I don't think it's going to.
Hello, Saturday, I guess I really need you.
Scott will be working late next Monday and Thursday. The current plan is for him to cook like crazy this weekend so that we have plenty of leftovers for the week. I hope it works. I also probably could handle one of those frozen meals that goes in the oven forever, but I'm not sure Cordelia likes any of the ones we've tried. There's a vegetarian white lasagna that Scott and I really enjoyed, but, although Cordelia tried it (she will try just about anything), she didn't like it at all.
I've been poking at fail_fandomanon a bit. It's an incredible time sink. I think I'll have to be careful only to stop in occasionally and to choose which threads to read very, very carefully. I have other things I want to do, and I don't want to look up at the end of this weekend and find that I've still done no writing. I did find one sub-thread complaining about the SJW tendencies of what metanews links to. I managed not to say anything, but I really wanted to tell them that, if they don't like what the newsletter is linking to, they should volunteer or, at the very least, suggest links to blogs they think we should be following. There's only so much two people can do. Besides, I think the stuff they were complaining about as SJW crap is interesting to read.
It was so warm in our house when we went to bed last night that I asked Scott to turn on the ceiling fan. That helped considerably, but Scott thinks it created problems with water condensation in the hose of his bi-PAP. He had to get up around 5:00 to empty the hose and ended up knocking the entire bi-PAP off his bedside table. I'm not sure of the best solution to this. I've been feeling really warm at night for months now, and warmer weather is just going to make that miserable.
I'm trying to decide if I should risk showering again this weekend or simply take a bath which should be less stress for my foot and ankle. A shower might well be worth the risk of increased pain the next day. I don't know, though. I think I'm not remembering Thursday's pain clearly (though, as I recall, it eased off a lot once I got the boot on).
Scott's sister is coming to town to see her 'doctor' on Tuesday. She offered to pick me up on her way to her appointment and drop me off at Barnes & Noble, but I had to say no. I don't think I could handle walking around the store for fifteen minutes, let alone the hour I'd likely be there. It's a pity because I enjoy bookstores and haven't been to one for months. She's also invited me to join her and a friend of hers for lunch, and I said yes to that. I'll enjoy getting out of the house. It's been weeks.
Current mood: Mal fangirling over Angua.
A figure stepped out of the shadows as they reached the next floor. It was a young woman, in old-fashioned leather and mail armour, with a breastplate. She had long, very fair hair; for the first time in weeks, Polly felt a twinge of envy.
‘Thank you, captain, I’ll take over from here,’ she said, and nodded to Polly. ‘Good evening, Corporal Perks … if you would follow me, please?’
‘She’s a woman! And a sergeant!’ Maladict whispered.
‘Yes, I know,’ said Polly.
‘But she gave an order to that captain!’
‘Maybe she’s a political …’
‘And she’s obviously female!’
‘I’m not blind, Mal,’ said Polly.
‘I’m not deaf, either,’ said the woman, turning and smiling.
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Main Characters: Sansa Stark (POV), Daenerys Targaryen, Shae, Asha Greyjoy
Spoilers: None really
Warnings: None really
Disclaimer: Don't own these characters, or anything else about the setting
I would like to apologise for the long delay between the last chapter and this one, and for the fact that it’s a slightly shorter chapter than usual. I’m afraid there’s also likely to be a long gap before I post the next chapter. I’ve been laid low by a migraine that’s been hanging around like an unwanted guest since February, which has put a serious dent in my ability to write. However, rest assured that this story is not dead, but like dread Cthulhu, merely sleeping. I fully intend to continue with it as and when I am able. Thank you for your patience.