get the creative juices juicing

I owe teleidoplex a post for the meme-type-thing she tapped me for, but that one will require a fair bit of thought and effort from me, so in the meantime, I’m going to do something frivolous. πŸ™‚

By way of yhlee on Dreamwidth: Tell me about a story I haven’t written, and I’ll give you one sentence from that story.

(Or possibly more.)

In the meantime, I’ll be over here, figuring out how to arrange my novel to include a semi-kidnapping.

0 Responses to “get the creative juices juicing”

  1. teleidoplex

    Well, you know me. I could have kissed you when you finally wrote that Cerenel-centric Blitz book.

    • Marie Brennan

      (You brought this upon yourself.)

      The plane came blazing from the heavens, Captain Sir Cerenel of the Royal Faerie Air Force at the controls, scattering the Luftwaffe before him like a flock of starlings, sending them tumbling into the cold waters of the Channel for the mermaids to claim, and all of England cheered him as if he were King Arthur reborn; but Captain Sir Cerenal stayed not for their praise, as duty called him across the Channel into Europe, where he drove the Germans back from their fortifications and their strongholds, coming at last to where Hitler crouched whimpering in Germany, his foul life soon cut short by the valiant knight of the sky, who hurled a thunderbolt down upon him before leaping from his spent plane and tumbling to the earth as lightly as dandelion fluff, not a single hair out of place.

      • teleidoplex

        ::cheers::

        I’m trying to figure out how bringing this upon myself is a bad thing. That was awesome! I especially like the dandelion-fluff landing with not a single hair of out place, though I’m sad you didn’t manage to get in a mention of his violet eyes. Or his sexy outfit!

  2. diatryma

    I really liked the flash piece about the end of a world in Driftwood. It was small and sweet and heartbreaking, but in a good way.

    • Marie Brennan

      The last time I saw them, Aun was making dinner from the food Esr had begged in the Shreds that day, and she was cleaning the one room they had left.

      (Oh wait, I totally cheated. Let’s try this again.)

      They made a game of it, betting on which bits would vanish next, and toasted the victor with good cheer.

      • diatryma

        DAMMIT. I had not known of that story. And yay, because I had not known of that story! And it is pretty much exactly what I wanted you to have written only not have written because it’s supposed to be imaginary.

        • Marie Brennan

          *o/*

          I wasn’t sure if you were aware of its existence or not. It’s only been published on my website; Driftwood flash is too dependent on the reader knowing the setting for its effect. (Or at least I think so.)

  3. slashmarks

    I knew I’d like the gender switched Peter Pan retelling, but the execution was really wonderful. I’m still amazed by all you did in five hundred words.

    • Marie Brennan

      (My god, you people have high standards for my non-existent stories!)

      Tink sulked against the leaf, arms crossed, fists surreptitiously plumping up his tiny biceps.

  4. Marie Brennan

    (Dammit, Mris. Do NOT make me go do research for a freaking meme. πŸ˜› )

    Honor, my mother once said, is both the most fickle and most constant of things; but I never understood what she meant until the stranger came.

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