The war had devastated over three quarters of the planet, leaving radioactive wastelands, and cost all the available fossil fuels. Civilisation, such as it was, clustered close to sources of alternate power -- hydro-electric dams and wind farms, for example. The technology for building solar panels was still there, if anyone wished to look it up ( Read more... )

Written in response to this prompt for genfic over at inception_kink. There will be more tomorrow, probably. Crossposted here, at my journal, and in the appropriate post over at the kink meme.

( Cut for length (and one bad word) )

We were breakfasting on a terrace overlooking the blue Mediterranean when Monica said, "I wonder what it would be like to rob a bank ( Read more... )

Yesterday: no art.
Today: tanka, plus photo
(to be posted soon).
Four more days to go of this
yearly creative challenge!

Old Jamison was among the largest and ugliest of his breed, but a dignified old fellow nonetheless. He was stationed on a red cushion by the stairs of Madame Rose's Saloon in the small one-horse town of Muddy Springs. Each girl going up or down would pause to give him a pat on the head, while their gentlemen of the evening walked up on the far ( Read more... )

Statistician and actuarist, Marie-France ( Read more... )

Yep, it's another "one scene extended over two drabbles" post in my ongoing Inception drabble series. The latest challenge prompt over at inception100 (“Periwinkle”) inspired me to write about this topic, but the topic forced me to backtrack and write out of order. Chronologically, the two drabbles in this post, which are #13 and #14 in the ongoing series, ( Read more... )

My mind is a blank
Just like this Notepad window
Wait - not anymore

"You again!" Sir Gregory stared, his sword poised to strike. One never forgot one's first dragon, after all ( Read more... )

Fairies dance because they must,
And leap from mote to mote of dust
Floating in the summer light.
When all is still, you even might
Hear that faint and musical laughter
Echoing in the silence after.
Fairies on the window pane
Trace the light with dust again.
Seldom heard and never seen,
Until we close our eyes and dream.